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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2020-12-03 20:29:12 | 90.28 | 98% |
| 777 | 2020-10-20 15:52:16 | 97.01 | 99% |
| 166 | 2020-09-29 02:35:13 | 83.05 | 99% |