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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1117 | 2020-05-29 03:29:50 | 91.12 | 98% |
94 | 2020-05-16 23:57:44 | 67.60 | 97% |