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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6583 | 2020-02-29 21:25:17 | 60.65 | 95% |
| 1331 | 2018-11-27 17:59:51 | 47.69 | 94% |
| 1019 | 2018-11-15 04:23:25 | 43.73 | 95% |