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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1309 | 2020-04-15 11:12:12 | 61.32 | 92% |
70 | 2019-08-16 15:20:13 | 55.13 | 94% |