Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away, there's where my heart is turning ever, there's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam. Still longing for the old plantation, and for the old folks at home.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32640 | 2019-12-22 19:03:35 | 160.30 | 100% |
| 19878 | 2019-03-30 17:07:58 | 126.39 | 97% |