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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5131 | 2022-02-18 09:18:40 | 84.52 | 98% |
| 3160 | 2021-02-25 15:28:04 | 79.34 | 98% |