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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2921 | 2025-07-11 02:29:37 | 109.46 | 98% |
| 2798 | 2025-07-07 14:19:01 | 104.15 | 98% |