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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9072 | 2020-05-19 19:13:38 | 84.37 | 98% |
| 6852 | 2020-03-24 22:33:18 | 85.40 | 99% |
| 5092 | 2020-01-26 04:35:46 | 81.99 | 98% |