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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 391 | 2021-01-30 05:12:38 | 80.99 | 95.9% |
| 42 | 2021-01-18 09:02:09 | 71.34 | 95% |