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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1483 | 2022-02-20 05:42:31 | 132.21 | 99% |
| 1347 | 2021-02-07 02:01:13 | 112.07 | 98% |