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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13091 | 2020-08-11 00:47:34 | 87.17 | 98% |
| 6247 | 2020-01-15 17:20:37 | 77.77 | 97% |
| 1211 | 2019-10-22 03:44:40 | 61.16 | 96% |