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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21670 | 2019-12-21 11:01:58 | 121.99 | 97% |
| 20403 | 2019-09-05 07:33:21 | 120.74 | 98% |
| 17204 | 2019-01-17 11:12:54 | 117.88 | 97% |
| 17024 | 2019-01-05 17:33:45 | 120.32 | 98% |
| 16297 | 2018-11-15 14:44:02 | 131.29 | 98% |
| 15188 | 2018-09-20 09:06:14 | 121.69 | 98% |