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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3499 | 2020-11-17 01:24:25 | 89.60 | 98% |
2616 | 2020-04-05 03:34:06 | 89.85 | 97% |