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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 790 | 2019-07-02 22:23:53 | 93.91 | 96% |
| 759 | 2019-06-28 01:50:57 | 85.74 | 94% |