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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3620 | 2020-11-26 12:11:30 | 64.60 | 95% |
| 385 | 2020-08-24 08:35:44 | 53.60 | 93% |
| 167 | 2020-08-19 18:10:01 | 56.41 | 95% |