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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2023-08-01 05:25:55 | 86.20 | 97.2% |
| 704 | 2023-06-25 18:35:33 | 72.80 | 94.8% |