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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2234 | 2025-01-15 20:18:51 | 94.81 | 96.2% |
| 2213 | 2025-01-13 21:58:41 | 104.62 | 98.4% |
| 1899 | 2024-05-11 03:45:21 | 90.74 | 96.4% |
| 1592 | 2024-01-03 02:26:25 | 87.16 | 95.7% |