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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16490 | 2018-08-28 16:53:47 | 72.70 | 98% |
| 15832 | 2018-07-31 19:29:09 | 75.38 | 98% |
| 15789 | 2018-07-30 19:45:22 | 72.75 | 97% |