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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2022-12-27 22:43:24 | 67.53 | 96% |
| 411 | 2022-04-21 13:04:50 | 73.35 | 99% |