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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39160 | 2020-11-29 19:08:32 | 110.45 | 98% |
13068 | 2020-04-19 11:16:34 | 85.82 | 95% |