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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4916 | 2020-04-08 12:23:24 | 55.65 | 93% |
| 2715 | 2019-11-25 12:54:54 | 61.15 | 94% |
| 1575 | 2019-09-11 10:10:01 | 56.20 | 95% |