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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9430 | 2020-10-16 01:28:12 | 83.42 | 97% |
| 9292 | 2020-10-09 02:32:48 | 103.26 | 99% |
| 7358 | 2020-08-04 16:22:22 | 95.72 | 98% |