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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2021-05-07 02:01:29 | 94.06 | 98% |
| 601 | 2021-04-19 02:24:34 | 78.08 | 98% |