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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12782 | 2021-07-10 00:08:07 | 135.64 | 98% |
| 3712 | 2019-03-09 06:48:51 | 109.74 | 97% |