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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23919 | 2020-05-11 17:42:48 | 82.71 | 98% |
| 19896 | 2020-03-16 13:55:22 | 87.94 | 98% |
| 19470 | 2019-09-04 14:17:40 | 82.56 | 98% |