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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 358 | 2023-03-27 20:37:59 | 96.43 | 97% |
| 354 | 2023-03-27 19:48:32 | 95.74 | 97% |