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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2911 | 2020-02-23 15:22:58 | 64.53 | 95% |
| 2863 | 2020-02-23 14:27:55 | 70.02 | 97% |
| 1099 | 2020-01-22 12:18:33 | 64.49 | 96% |