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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9224 | 2019-02-09 18:38:59 | 121.83 | 98% |
6825 | 2018-09-19 21:40:04 | 131.88 | 98% |