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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5308 | 2020-10-23 03:11:15 | 101.82 | 97% |
| 4445 | 2019-12-18 01:46:09 | 93.03 | 95% |