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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7324 | 2020-12-06 20:47:34 | 143.91 | 98% |
| 7072 | 2020-12-01 22:38:57 | 169.34 | 100% |
| 1175 | 2019-04-08 20:16:19 | 133.83 | 97% |