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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9131 | 2020-11-18 11:11:45 | 93.96 | 97% |
8518 | 2020-03-14 11:47:48 | 106.27 | 99% |