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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25349 | 2024-02-03 19:38:16 | 142.28 | 98.7% |
| 21061 | 2023-09-16 02:11:52 | 131.56 | 98% |
| 5674 | 2018-05-30 01:47:56 | 114.64 | 96% |