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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5355 | 2018-10-05 19:12:29 | 63.66 | 96% |
| 3591 | 2018-08-26 14:15:50 | 57.05 | 99% |