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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4520 | 2020-08-15 05:20:56 | 75.20 | 96% |
3966 | 2020-05-22 09:34:16 | 61.89 | 95% |
708 | 2018-08-01 07:07:28 | 53.25 | 96% |