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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1849 | 2023-10-05 08:45:14 | 86.59 | 96.8% |
| 1464 | 2023-09-28 04:29:29 | 84.51 | 97.4% |