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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2020-08-30 14:31:52 | 52.59 | 94% |
| 118 | 2019-09-18 15:40:08 | 45.10 | 95% |