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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1981 | 2018-10-23 11:15:33 | 91.02 | 99% |
| 1223 | 2018-10-14 18:46:52 | 105.33 | 98% |