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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5653 | 2020-04-16 09:49:56 | 69.60 | 96% |
| 3916 | 2019-09-08 10:39:46 | 72.12 | 97% |
| 700 | 2019-04-03 00:22:42 | 64.91 | 97% |