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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3975 | 2020-12-04 05:01:19 | 80.08 | 98% |
1933 | 2019-02-05 06:36:03 | 58.55 | 95% |