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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2137 | 2020-11-24 12:44:26 | 35.68 | 93% |
| 1826 | 2020-11-10 23:24:05 | 42.63 | 95% |