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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2020-06-09 21:15:51 | 168.09 | 100% |
| 1585 | 2020-06-09 20:58:30 | 152.78 | 99% |
| 402 | 2020-03-14 22:56:42 | 158.74 | 99% |
| 359 | 2020-03-14 03:26:10 | 120.56 | 97% |