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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15229 | 2019-03-12 15:29:01 | 148.17 | 98% |
| 14530 | 2019-01-29 21:41:11 | 159.89 | 98% |
| 12558 | 2018-07-23 16:10:44 | 124.25 | 96% |
| 12361 | 2018-07-11 04:39:28 | 138.98 | 95% |