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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2020-07-08 10:53:52 | 57.53 | 95% |
| 250 | 2020-03-26 14:37:18 | 58.16 | 97% |