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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2020-10-17 00:32:05 | 55.79 | 94% |
| 914 | 2020-09-14 15:13:59 | 58.74 | 96% |
| 650 | 2020-08-22 23:27:28 | 58.18 | 96% |
| 633 | 2020-08-22 00:07:08 | 60.83 | 97% |