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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64280 | 2020-11-27 15:46:47 | 73.74 | 97% |
| 59045 | 2019-11-23 08:37:04 | 68.79 | 97% |
| 59027 | 2019-11-20 17:03:41 | 69.47 | 98% |
| 55935 | 2019-05-10 15:29:46 | 63.90 | 94% |
| 54650 | 2019-04-07 06:08:50 | 69.23 | 98% |
| 51072 | 2018-12-19 13:53:17 | 65.20 | 96% |