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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13003 | 2020-02-03 23:10:54 | 101.80 | 97% |
| 9893 | 2019-08-02 15:13:50 | 95.25 | 98% |