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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4617 | 2024-11-07 03:52:14 | 121.30 | 96.5% |
| 471 | 2022-01-05 10:47:48 | 133.74 | 98% |