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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25007 | 2020-10-06 10:45:27 | 104.94 | 99% |
| 24354 | 2020-07-02 14:53:36 | 94.02 | 97% |
| 21399 | 2018-09-22 16:37:48 | 100.55 | 99% |