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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3864 | 2024-01-07 19:48:35 | 82.98 | 97.5% |
| 772 | 2023-03-02 16:23:40 | 68.03 | 95% |