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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1959 | 2019-03-05 17:07:12 | 60.31 | 93% |
| 494 | 2018-11-28 21:01:30 | 37.47 | 90% |