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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134 | 2018-06-23 00:31:36 | 60.40 | 95% |
68 | 2017-12-31 06:33:29 | 49.29 | 93% |