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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 524 | 2019-11-20 23:09:47 | 86.34 | 99% |
| 8 | 2019-04-26 22:14:16 | 63.31 | 97% |