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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 519 | 2025-05-08 11:35:47 | 76.61 | 98.7% |
| 447 | 2024-06-24 13:00:36 | 85.57 | 99.7% |