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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18901 | 2020-07-24 07:09:48 | 100.91 | 97% |
| 16870 | 2020-07-10 06:49:17 | 100.34 | 96% |
| 16427 | 2020-07-08 21:22:21 | 131.19 | 98% |