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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14677 | 2019-10-30 18:06:04 | 144.57 | 97% |
| 10590 | 2019-02-02 21:10:21 | 139.27 | 97% |
| 8370 | 2018-09-21 03:03:14 | 131.26 | 97% |
| 7812 | 2018-08-28 23:55:23 | 146.04 | 97% |