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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2570 | 2019-09-25 12:24:34 | 107.87 | 97% |
| 2227 | 2019-08-30 10:42:37 | 131.59 | 98% |
| 1799 | 2019-07-19 17:44:48 | 132.97 | 98% |
| 1219 | 2019-06-26 04:37:49 | 133.11 | 98% |