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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3471 | 2018-08-28 05:18:28 | 141.54 | 98% |
2898 | 2018-07-27 23:59:17 | 138.30 | 99% |
1048 | 2018-01-15 21:44:33 | 129.25 | 98% |