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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6413 | 2018-11-09 19:07:00 | 84.00 | 96% |
3689 | 2018-02-28 23:01:33 | 80.33 | 95% |
3477 | 2018-02-22 18:08:33 | 80.31 | 94% |