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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4563 | 2021-08-20 18:25:46 | 69.53 | 95% |
| 390 | 2020-09-10 18:00:12 | 79.98 | 96% |