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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1916 | 2019-04-26 07:48:08 | 82.92 | 96% |
| 1119 | 2018-11-08 19:24:57 | 92.77 | 98% |
| 1024 | 2018-11-02 07:34:49 | 95.99 | 98% |