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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4459 | 2020-08-03 18:00:58 | 78.65 | 96% |
2748 | 2019-09-20 08:32:20 | 74.68 | 95% |