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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9586 | 2025-05-28 22:20:10 | 132.59 | 96.6% |
| 8422 | 2025-04-25 16:49:29 | 161.38 | 98.1% |
| 6848 | 2025-04-09 19:13:57 | 146.34 | 97.6% |
| 641 | 2018-09-17 16:41:25 | 129.52 | 97% |