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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6893 | 2019-12-12 07:01:45 | 88.58 | 98% |
| 5273 | 2019-01-04 18:43:14 | 91.45 | 96% |
| 4969 | 2018-11-14 15:15:46 | 100.64 | 99% |
| 4114 | 2018-09-10 22:02:49 | 78.30 | 97% |