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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581 | 2019-10-09 06:01:23 | 75.41 | 95% |
281 | 2018-09-12 06:27:42 | 71.54 | 95% |