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 |
---|---|---|---|
113 | 2019-07-20 22:09:45 | 80.30 | 97% |
2 | 2019-07-13 13:30:44 | 80.70 | 96% |