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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3333 | 2020-03-09 15:59:14 | 99.18 | 99% |
| 3065 | 2020-02-19 08:03:02 | 76.66 | 97% |