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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48902 | 2020-12-13 15:02:25 | 141.41 | 100% |
| 36099 | 2018-03-31 07:12:54 | 89.76 | 97% |