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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1845 | 2019-02-14 19:16:28 | 109.32 | 98% |
| 1106 | 2018-12-25 14:55:56 | 107.49 | 97% |
| 1022 | 2018-12-23 13:14:51 | 103.76 | 97% |