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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7897 | 2020-03-10 01:15:47 | 72.21 | 99% |
| 3961 | 2018-08-17 19:41:53 | 61.14 | 98% |