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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4212 | 2019-04-07 03:51:47 | 85.87 | 98% |
| 3383 | 2019-01-25 15:32:05 | 78.97 | 99% |