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 |
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6716 | 2020-01-09 11:30:59 | 153.74 | 99% |
4405 | 2019-03-19 16:28:41 | 154.61 | 99% |