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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5674 | 2018-12-04 14:02:45 | 95.30 | 97% |
4764 | 2018-11-06 14:42:41 | 94.66 | 98% |