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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2023-08-18 17:04:33 | 50.35 | 93.6% |
| 51 | 2020-10-02 07:32:05 | 44.27 | 94% |