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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3453 | 2020-04-26 06:19:34 | 176.89 | 99% |
| 1625 | 2020-03-14 01:52:27 | 157.20 | 98% |