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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33220 | 2020-12-21 20:06:43 | 163.93 | 98% |
| 31220 | 2020-11-01 19:35:38 | 189.50 | 99% |
| 24008 | 2020-07-21 20:40:18 | 145.90 | 98% |
| 15895 | 2020-05-17 07:19:16 | 137.50 | 97% |
| 15405 | 2020-05-15 21:52:30 | 124.60 | 98% |
| 11282 | 2020-04-19 02:11:34 | 126.98 | 97% |