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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16160 | 2020-03-21 13:24:53 | 87.65 | 99% |
| 10138 | 2019-08-28 09:38:05 | 77.44 | 98% |
| 1456 | 2019-04-15 21:46:06 | 71.40 | 99% |
| 825 | 2019-03-11 15:48:19 | 69.85 | 98% |