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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2021-01-25 18:41:49 | 78.20 | 96% |
| 882 | 2021-01-12 02:39:44 | 74.40 | 95% |