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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 578 | 2021-04-28 17:53:37 | 72.22 | 95% |
| 542 | 2021-04-28 12:01:55 | 61.63 | 94% |