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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 446 | 2021-11-15 14:21:45 | 57.60 | 97% |
| 255 | 2021-11-01 04:00:10 | 54.62 | 98% |