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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7740 | 2020-11-09 19:13:07 | 97.40 | 96% |
| 4109 | 2019-03-18 06:41:48 | 97.14 | 96% |
| 2061 | 2019-01-20 06:46:58 | 106.09 | 96% |
| 341 | 2018-12-30 10:08:01 | 78.41 | 95% |