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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 834 | 2023-03-13 03:40:56 | 36.13 | 93% |
| 799 | 2023-03-11 05:09:48 | 32.36 | 92% |