I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid when dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 766 | 2021-05-09 23:05:15 | 104.37 | 96% |
| 111 | 2021-05-02 18:54:59 | 134.98 | 99% |