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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1886 | 2024-07-27 17:16:14 | 117.74 | 98.1% |
| 1445 | 2024-07-06 16:44:40 | 117.15 | 98.7% |