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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3302 | 2019-02-11 17:17:56 | 59.14 | 95% |
1241 | 2018-10-28 00:49:09 | 54.98 | 96% |