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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 976 | 2023-05-24 21:19:53 | 76.08 | 97.4% |
| 414 | 2020-11-08 07:11:07 | 71.74 | 96% |