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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6518 | 2025-05-30 17:07:48 | 101.67 | 97% |
| 4707 | 2024-08-08 03:44:06 | 104.62 | 98.4% |
| 2604 | 2024-05-17 13:51:37 | 91.67 | 96.8% |
| 1418 | 2024-02-26 09:54:27 | 101.90 | 98.4% |
| 443 | 2024-01-01 15:17:04 | 88.13 | 95.4% |