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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2439 | 2022-03-23 15:29:15 | 52.93 | 97% |
| 2126 | 2022-03-09 18:10:54 | 44.49 | 95% |