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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1644 | 2019-09-30 22:42:06 | 110.76 | 97% |
| 1061 | 2019-02-17 04:57:07 | 97.22 | 96% |
| 1050 | 2019-02-16 06:53:21 | 97.07 | 96% |
| 85 | 2018-12-26 05:43:39 | 104.59 | 99% |