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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5787 | 2025-04-30 02:16:08 | 99.87 | 97% |
| 1357 | 2024-10-17 02:20:39 | 80.69 | 96.7% |