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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12877 | 2019-07-21 18:13:54 | 101.34 | 98% |
| 10449 | 2019-01-07 00:40:05 | 98.66 | 97% |