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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1690 | 2021-10-19 09:26:56 | 74.35 | 94% |
| 163 | 2021-08-10 05:20:35 | 84.03 | 97% |