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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969 | 2020-10-14 08:26:44 | 54.29 | 94% |
649 | 2020-07-22 05:41:17 | 54.73 | 96% |