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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22385 | 2020-12-02 08:57:03 | 137.71 | 96% |
| 19691 | 2020-10-20 10:00:33 | 192.51 | 100% |
| 17215 | 2020-07-26 01:15:15 | 171.20 | 99% |
| 14239 | 2020-05-08 10:46:19 | 171.87 | 99% |