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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19405 | 2018-12-25 06:40:13 | 129.75 | 97% |
18101 | 2018-09-27 09:14:33 | 101.33 | 95% |