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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1489 | 2021-11-08 10:52:12 | 71.74 | 95% |
| 1288 | 2021-03-30 06:13:29 | 79.04 | 97% |
| 1009 | 2021-03-03 10:01:32 | 72.27 | 96% |