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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2735 | 2020-06-29 14:09:26 | 93.66 | 98% |
| 1854 | 2019-07-10 15:55:59 | 81.94 | 98% |