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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2087 | 2020-08-02 22:47:23 | 136.17 | 99% |
1764 | 2020-07-30 17:42:53 | 97.75 | 97% |
1676 | 2020-07-29 20:19:00 | 135.23 | 98% |