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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5804 | 2024-05-25 15:12:43 | 92.46 | 97.8% |
| 3524 | 2023-07-04 08:56:36 | 86.52 | 97.8% |