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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7205 | 2018-04-23 16:52:06 | 67.63 | 95% |
2494 | 2018-02-16 20:32:15 | 55.32 | 94% |