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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 363 | 2021-11-16 16:38:30 | 73.21 | 98% |
| 124 | 2021-09-22 21:40:20 | 60.60 | 96% |