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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2020-02-15 10:42:14 | 118.74 | 99% |
| 518 | 2019-10-15 15:00:20 | 75.22 | 95% |