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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8965 | 2020-12-23 02:41:56 | 80.37 | 97% |
| 4166 | 2020-09-30 06:08:01 | 87.98 | 98% |