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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1638 | 2019-05-10 14:26:57 | 83.07 | 99% |
| 1367 | 2019-03-18 14:54:59 | 76.33 | 98% |
| 1038 | 2018-08-08 14:16:05 | 72.39 | 99% |