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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9743 | 2021-03-15 14:06:14 | 62.67 | 95% |
| 7470 | 2020-12-24 09:39:16 | 65.32 | 96% |