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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502 | 2018-12-04 14:29:46 | 67.33 | 94% |
362 | 2018-10-12 12:14:23 | 66.62 | 96% |
202 | 2018-09-28 13:24:10 | 78.23 | 97% |