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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6675 | 2020-04-05 09:06:17 | 103.38 | 99% |
| 6570 | 2020-03-22 12:13:26 | 88.29 | 98% |
| 6491 | 2020-03-07 06:57:59 | 97.03 | 98% |
| 5593 | 2019-10-21 14:04:40 | 88.62 | 98% |
| 4546 | 2019-08-10 16:18:02 | 88.38 | 97% |
| 2425 | 2019-02-14 16:39:04 | 80.28 | 97% |
| 1949 | 2019-01-20 12:15:06 | 76.26 | 98% |