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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4426 | 2020-02-29 14:54:45 | 60.79 | 96% |
| 4185 | 2019-10-09 11:14:21 | 62.48 | 97% |
| 3949 | 2019-08-30 09:48:17 | 51.73 | 98% |