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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12481 | 2020-06-25 02:06:53 | 112.53 | 99% |
| 10465 | 2020-05-18 05:59:42 | 102.18 | 99% |
| 9859 | 2020-04-14 08:17:15 | 81.79 | 96% |
| 7711 | 2019-10-29 06:52:31 | 87.80 | 98% |