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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6871 | 2019-06-22 15:00:37 | 55.94 | 98% |
| 6370 | 2019-05-04 13:51:30 | 54.91 | 95% |
| 4901 | 2019-03-23 15:29:13 | 38.52 | 95% |