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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1952 | 2021-01-30 20:38:23 | 84.97 | 98.7% |
| 1557 | 2021-01-17 02:28:32 | 74.02 | 98% |
| 718 | 2019-07-09 12:55:20 | 71.82 | 99% |