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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1882 | 2023-07-19 09:48:14 | 81.33 | 97.8% |
| 1776 | 2021-12-18 14:06:22 | 74.72 | 98% |