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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12980 | 2020-10-27 16:52:41 | 65.22 | 97% |
| 6373 | 2019-02-26 07:48:13 | 67.28 | 98% |