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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2023-04-17 14:29:45 | 65.03 | 96% |
| 982 | 2023-04-05 15:24:36 | 66.03 | 99% |