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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1636 | 2019-03-20 09:58:55 | 61.01 | 96% |
| 1273 | 2019-02-04 11:34:24 | 57.89 | 95% |
| 867 | 2019-01-19 00:31:48 | 59.12 | 95% |