Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1844 | 2020-09-22 05:11:02 | 55.39 | 95% |
485 | 2020-08-24 16:39:26 | 48.51 | 98% |