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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1496 | 2021-01-15 11:17:42 | 58.72 | 96% |
| 401 | 2019-08-10 09:56:53 | 49.73 | 96% |
| 387 | 2019-08-08 07:27:10 | 47.58 | 96% |