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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973 | 2019-11-24 11:18:39 | 80.13 | 97% |
401 | 2019-02-15 09:42:14 | 109.16 | 98% |