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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3091 | 2019-10-19 11:59:32 | 107.15 | 98% |
| 543 | 2019-07-04 10:10:20 | 102.72 | 97% |