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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635 | 2019-07-09 20:08:58 | 64.54 | 94% |
368 | 2019-06-04 19:14:35 | 73.09 | 94% |