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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3222 | 2020-09-24 06:29:51 | 112.82 | 99% |
| 2962 | 2020-09-07 04:37:30 | 113.31 | 97% |
| 1821 | 2020-04-02 00:19:02 | 75.30 | 95% |