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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2018-01-28 23:35:55 | 49.09 | 95% |
| 899 | 2018-01-19 09:17:14 | 41.18 | 94% |
| 717 | 2017-12-26 10:09:20 | 47.72 | 97% |