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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5764 | 2019-06-11 09:43:54 | 82.55 | 96% |
| 2058 | 2018-11-12 16:30:11 | 87.78 | 98% |