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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2566 | 2018-08-01 14:37:00 | 125.51 | 99% |
1524 | 2018-07-08 23:08:38 | 124.02 | 99% |