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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11511 | 2022-12-24 15:30:12 | 65.14 | 94% |
| 1437 | 2022-09-28 02:41:11 | 52.63 | 95% |