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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3395 | 2021-01-08 08:46:19 | 66.71 | 98% |
| 2444 | 2020-11-24 18:59:33 | 54.59 | 97% |
| 1185 | 2020-11-05 14:26:34 | 46.64 | 96% |