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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6576 | 2018-01-29 13:13:10 | 62.00 | 97% |
| 6416 | 2018-01-19 09:06:49 | 57.65 | 97% |