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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1648 | 2020-08-14 04:45:51 | 53.71 | 92% |
338 | 2020-07-04 02:08:50 | 43.24 | 93% |