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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26138 | 2020-02-29 23:22:29 | 102.39 | 96% |
17979 | 2018-07-05 18:01:39 | 94.59 | 96% |