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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6567 | 2020-07-20 09:34:47 | 84.01 | 97% |
| 4630 | 2018-09-17 11:44:13 | 63.32 | 94% |