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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4055 | 2022-05-30 13:52:40 | 86.63 | 98% |
| 4053 | 2022-05-29 07:27:06 | 77.28 | 97% |