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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5046 | 2025-02-06 00:41:11 | 86.73 | 96.8% |
| 1453 | 2021-06-03 12:42:06 | 86.76 | 97% |