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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3682 | 2021-01-19 23:02:48 | 66.13 | 96% |
| 3669 | 2020-12-25 05:50:11 | 62.93 | 95% |