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 |
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367 | 2020-03-21 21:37:43 | 48.44 | 96% |
175 | 2020-03-17 15:58:20 | 42.65 | 93% |