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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4133 | 2021-02-06 11:17:25 | 125.70 | 98.5% |
| 3261 | 2018-12-07 17:29:56 | 124.95 | 98% |