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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1930 | 2022-09-09 13:08:10 | 81.01 | 96% |
| 1132 | 2021-07-02 11:57:38 | 77.40 | 97% |