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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5050 | 2023-04-02 17:26:45 | 121.70 | 99% |
| 3720 | 2023-02-19 19:45:49 | 109.57 | 98% |
| 527 | 2019-08-19 14:36:16 | 75.54 | 95% |