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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2018-09-17 16:41:21 | 150.10 | 99% |
| 213 | 2018-08-21 21:01:59 | 157.85 | 99% |