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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2311 | 2018-07-24 00:57:00 | 91.36 | 98% |
| 2144 | 2018-07-21 10:30:59 | 94.28 | 98% |
| 696 | 2018-06-19 01:49:27 | 65.79 | 97% |