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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4621 | 2020-04-29 09:44:32 | 96.66 | 98% |
| 3673 | 2020-01-03 22:31:17 | 96.29 | 98% |
| 2324 | 2019-04-23 18:13:55 | 90.32 | 99% |