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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3004 | 2020-12-03 18:29:02 | 88.75 | 95% |
| 1012 | 2020-06-24 17:48:28 | 86.90 | 96% |