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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5971 | 2018-08-27 19:59:53 | 113.36 | 100% |
5273 | 2018-05-09 20:45:29 | 105.41 | 99% |
3348 | 2017-12-27 23:15:03 | 90.58 | 98% |