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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8999 | 2020-09-19 22:06:33 | 82.26 | 94% |
| 351 | 2020-04-03 13:58:28 | 88.10 | 96% |