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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6371 | 2018-11-08 11:36:56 | 94.26 | 99% |
5588 | 2018-08-26 14:24:21 | 89.86 | 98% |