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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2020-12-07 18:21:26 | 52.03 | 97% |
| 216 | 2020-11-29 18:41:27 | 40.67 | 94% |