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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496 | 2019-09-04 15:01:08 | 88.88 | 99% |
217 | 2018-02-25 17:20:46 | 71.54 | 97% |
98 | 2018-02-24 15:39:59 | 66.95 | 98% |