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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11639 | 2020-08-24 00:53:06 | 74.74 | 99% |
| 4732 | 2018-09-18 04:17:52 | 73.04 | 99% |
| 1546 | 2018-07-04 04:59:21 | 54.64 | 99% |