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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14384 | 2019-10-02 05:56:47 | 134.38 | 98% |
| 6544 | 2018-07-16 02:08:16 | 129.89 | 98% |
| 2893 | 2018-02-05 03:05:08 | 114.23 | 97% |