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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3158 | 2019-09-22 13:00:19 | 73.59 | 97% |
| 2074 | 2019-07-12 17:31:35 | 66.80 | 97% |
| 147 | 2018-12-05 14:17:38 | 66.32 | 99% |