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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8387 | 2020-06-18 00:23:00 | 98.19 | 95% |
| 6262 | 2019-06-25 02:29:31 | 103.17 | 96% |