Text race history for So you have chosen DEATH (mathandphysicsftw)

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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
28978 2020-06-10 10:10:49 126.19 97%
25962 2019-12-01 11:59:59 131.77 99%
23906 2019-08-23 13:13:40 140.40 100%
16767 2018-04-15 06:11:10 121.29 100%
14508 2018-01-18 13:57:15 125.63 99%
14435 2018-01-16 16:01:50 126.03 98%