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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2330 | 2023-03-07 20:41:44 | 86.93 | 97% |
| 1655 | 2022-08-19 18:02:11 | 88.89 | 95% |
| 910 | 2022-08-05 11:33:49 | 83.35 | 96% |
| 614 | 2022-07-31 18:00:53 | 82.89 | 95% |