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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2020-02-21 13:25:52 | 117.22 | 98% |
| 1662 | 2020-01-13 16:15:59 | 99.66 | 97% |