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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5674 | 2018-12-28 00:04:59 | 61.25 | 94% |
635 | 2018-04-13 17:10:00 | 58.09 | 97% |