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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2086 | 2022-06-14 14:17:37 | 65.84 | 94% |
| 938 | 2022-02-28 19:36:57 | 56.33 | 95% |
| 457 | 2022-02-17 11:13:33 | 48.70 | 94% |