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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2020-10-14 09:32:14 | 82.83 | 97% |
| 354 | 2020-09-16 07:55:23 | 64.17 | 97% |