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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2018-04-15 02:45:22 | 150.05 | 99% |
| 1039 | 2018-04-08 20:46:51 | 130.34 | 98% |
| 494 | 2018-02-04 21:53:53 | 121.77 | 97% |
| 187 | 2017-12-28 09:25:14 | 116.75 | 97% |