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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31389 | 2018-04-03 16:33:15 | 108.27 | 98% |
30808 | 2018-02-28 13:41:37 | 136.51 | 100% |
30601 | 2018-02-01 16:51:08 | 112.44 | 96% |
29823 | 2018-01-11 16:33:36 | 126.57 | 98% |