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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2010 | 2021-11-03 22:01:58 | 76.82 | 93% |
| 224 | 2021-10-01 15:34:25 | 69.13 | 95% |