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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 597 | 2021-01-04 07:28:17 | 92.40 | 96% |
| 180 | 2020-09-11 06:25:46 | 97.37 | 97% |