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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3156 | 2020-11-09 10:41:48 | 41.42 | 95% |
| 3055 | 2020-10-26 10:51:00 | 50.75 | 95% |