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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6346 | 2020-05-17 14:47:11 | 184.91 | 100% |
4160 | 2019-04-19 22:23:29 | 163.37 | 100% |