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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6103 | 2021-06-03 12:42:41 | 90.80 | 97% |
| 3005 | 2019-10-12 23:21:28 | 80.88 | 96% |