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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2022-03-31 06:41:21 | 102.82 | 98% |
| 1719 | 2022-01-16 17:40:24 | 103.13 | 97% |
| 730 | 2021-03-03 09:38:27 | 95.10 | 97% |