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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2555 | 2023-02-12 20:25:39 | 67.79 | 94% |
| 1166 | 2023-02-01 15:29:34 | 68.27 | 96% |
| 373 | 2023-01-10 14:52:42 | 52.31 | 95% |