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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24568 | 2020-06-27 00:58:38 | 134.97 | 98% |
| 19199 | 2018-09-21 13:49:59 | 111.84 | 96% |