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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16215 | 2025-03-30 00:03:49 | 110.05 | 97.9% |
| 14166 | 2024-08-21 05:30:46 | 91.79 | 96.3% |
| 7732 | 2019-12-03 02:10:59 | 104.43 | 98% |