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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3549 | 2020-01-08 14:02:38 | 66.69 | 99% |
| 3291 | 2020-01-02 13:41:42 | 66.86 | 98% |
| 574 | 2019-12-01 08:50:08 | 49.73 | 93% |