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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2019-02-02 18:09:46 | 45.53 | 97% |
| 958 | 2018-08-13 02:23:21 | 35.55 | 93% |