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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18840 | 2020-07-08 22:47:50 | 88.39 | 95% |
| 17603 | 2020-06-12 21:43:57 | 102.76 | 97% |
| 7227 | 2019-10-28 03:13:32 | 105.63 | 98% |
| 3044 | 2019-07-20 19:40:46 | 89.36 | 98% |