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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2837 | 2019-12-18 20:33:04 | 61.42 | 96% |
| 2780 | 2019-12-11 16:49:21 | 53.54 | 94% |