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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6424 | 2018-10-22 00:08:13 | 105.15 | 98% |
3912 | 2018-01-11 03:07:42 | 109.57 | 98% |
3571 | 2018-01-03 13:45:20 | 105.67 | 98% |