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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24906 | 2020-10-28 03:46:59 | 103.05 | 98% |
| 23596 | 2020-10-01 07:34:11 | 101.36 | 97% |
| 20816 | 2020-08-20 00:15:59 | 101.21 | 98% |
| 18230 | 2020-07-19 08:26:03 | 110.24 | 98% |
| 12552 | 2020-05-21 04:34:57 | 81.21 | 99% |