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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2021-11-14 09:37:45 | 110.77 | 99% |
| 483 | 2021-11-10 08:32:52 | 123.81 | 99% |