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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2971 | 2021-03-19 16:15:19 | 99.49 | 96% |
| 534 | 2020-05-30 05:20:17 | 78.85 | 96% |