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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42274 | 2019-09-02 23:15:17 | 133.05 | 99% |
| 40982 | 2019-07-04 16:00:04 | 153.42 | 100% |
| 39540 | 2019-04-02 12:32:17 | 143.60 | 99% |
| 38036 | 2019-01-05 20:35:10 | 132.49 | 98% |
| 34839 | 2018-08-15 19:28:41 | 125.91 | 98% |