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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6116 | 2020-11-11 12:06:57 | 78.39 | 97% |
| 1136 | 2019-10-05 09:04:33 | 59.69 | 96% |