Summertime, and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'. So hush, little baby, baby don't you cry. One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singin'. You're gonna spread your wings and you'll take to the sky. But till that morning, there's a nothin' can harm you. With daddy and mommy, mommy standin' by.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 90 | 2018-05-29 06:48:45 | 132.36 | 98.5% |