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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2023-09-30 15:15:35 | 75.31 | 95.9% |
| 9 | 2023-07-23 14:38:44 | 69.22 | 95.2% |