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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2154 | 2019-02-04 13:43:20 | 87.98 | 98% |
783 | 2018-06-01 11:51:58 | 70.50 | 96% |