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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1332 | 2021-11-07 15:31:32 | 38.53 | 97% |
| 671 | 2021-08-08 12:22:59 | 41.57 | 99% |