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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24233 | 2021-12-05 23:07:12 | 185.22 | 100% |
| 8887 | 2021-03-03 20:46:18 | 152.08 | 99.1% |