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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6359 | 2023-11-06 16:26:02 | 143.33 | 98.7% |
| 5768 | 2023-10-27 18:08:59 | 138.76 | 98.7% |
| 5750 | 2023-10-27 15:19:55 | 130.34 | 98.5% |
| 4744 | 2023-10-13 20:42:12 | 147.95 | 99.7% |
| 2334 | 2023-10-02 15:09:53 | 140.38 | 98.7% |
| 379 | 2023-09-07 14:28:35 | 93.65 | 97.8% |