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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2439 | 2019-11-02 04:36:44 | 64.06 | 94% |
1278 | 2019-09-10 23:57:00 | 57.85 | 94% |