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!
—from The New Colossus, a poem by Emma Lazarus
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Sam Aka 💀 (sam_at_40wpm) | 54.54 | 96% | 2021-06-20 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 8,662 | 79.37 | December 10, 2017 |
| Instant Death Mode | 25 | 89.92 | December 9, 2018 |
| New English Texts | 3 | 112.78 | November 22, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 54.54 | June 20, 2021 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 45.03 | October 3, 2022 |