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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1025 | 2020-07-10 23:48:00 | 81.58 | 97% |
| 115 | 2019-07-08 20:32:15 | 72.51 | 97% |