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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 683 | 2022-05-05 01:21:11 | 55.71 | 96% |
| 552 | 2022-03-12 20:19:08 | 47.76 | 94% |