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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5930 | 2020-11-14 19:03:25 | 79.82 | 96% |
| 5774 | 2020-11-12 04:53:00 | 82.80 | 97% |
| 4132 | 2020-08-21 23:44:56 | 83.79 | 97% |
| 252 | 2020-01-16 08:06:05 | 64.48 | 96% |