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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1231 | 2019-08-24 16:12:38 | 75.81 | 97% |
| 883 | 2019-07-30 14:00:51 | 70.95 | 96% |