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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2617 | 2020-12-03 20:51:05 | 90.09 | 95% |
2042 | 2019-02-10 00:40:52 | 103.45 | 97% |