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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4621 | 2020-09-26 10:42:37 | 72.97 | 96% |
| 3078 | 2020-07-19 08:02:32 | 55.61 | 94% |
| 827 | 2020-04-03 18:49:02 | 45.59 | 94% |