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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8423 | 2018-11-12 18:13:22 | 83.11 | 97% |
| 4757 | 2017-12-15 20:14:13 | 81.35 | 97% |