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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3201 | 2020-05-29 08:44:18 | 101.39 | 98% |
| 2483 | 2020-04-26 20:24:44 | 99.46 | 97% |
| 1338 | 2020-04-04 22:18:55 | 84.33 | 95% |
| 216 | 2020-03-19 13:14:28 | 70.64 | 95% |