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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6495 | 2018-09-15 21:18:47 | 138.69 | 98% |
| 6388 | 2018-09-13 21:15:55 | 155.76 | 98% |