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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2020-05-11 22:20:23 | 201.73 | 99% |
| 478 | 2020-05-10 21:31:42 | 204.98 | 99% |