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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13881 | 2020-06-13 10:12:29 | 114.20 | 96% |
| 9868 | 2020-02-29 09:12:45 | 126.92 | 96% |
| 4672 | 2019-11-19 02:48:29 | 116.10 | 98% |
| 3712 | 2019-01-30 14:17:46 | 112.69 | 98% |