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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7817 | 2020-07-09 01:10:57 | 76.47 | 95% |
700 | 2020-05-18 23:25:55 | 63.09 | 96% |