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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2049 | 2021-02-04 20:51:46 | 199.12 | 99% |
| 1552 | 2020-12-30 21:49:35 | 222.11 | 100% |