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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29656 | 2019-12-30 20:49:49 | 97.22 | 98% |
| 23596 | 2018-09-25 15:20:01 | 69.61 | 98% |
| 22834 | 2018-08-29 15:27:12 | 69.38 | 96% |