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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3374 | 2019-08-22 16:13:49 | 76.02 | 95% |
| 1144 | 2019-06-26 18:42:11 | 67.66 | 95% |
| 834 | 2019-06-24 14:30:22 | 85.01 | 99% |