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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2977 | 2018-12-12 09:50:22 | 89.52 | 97% |
1265 | 2018-10-01 00:46:01 | 78.88 | 95% |