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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2023-05-11 04:47:00 | 82.46 | 98% |
| 592 | 2023-05-10 03:59:37 | 79.03 | 98% |