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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4628 | 2019-09-26 00:45:08 | 107.27 | 97% |
| 4122 | 2019-07-06 17:20:11 | 119.29 | 99% |
| 2735 | 2019-05-02 18:57:52 | 98.23 | 97% |
| 161 | 2018-05-07 18:14:07 | 93.28 | 99% |