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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4817 | 2020-12-07 13:31:32 | 90.09 | 98% |
| 1583 | 2019-03-03 21:15:54 | 68.62 | 96% |