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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7005 | 2020-05-06 16:30:46 | 101.96 | 97% |
| 6545 | 2019-04-23 11:59:08 | 85.33 | 95% |
| 4794 | 2018-06-26 23:48:56 | 90.47 | 95% |