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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3719 | 2018-08-01 14:37:04 | 105.61 | 99% |
1910 | 2017-12-27 13:27:27 | 89.58 | 98% |