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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7423 | 2019-09-23 16:24:34 | 111.10 | 97% |
| 1021 | 2019-02-08 23:50:37 | 76.45 | 95% |
| 988 | 2019-02-08 00:25:11 | 94.42 | 97% |