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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22222 | 2024-08-23 07:06:14 | 151.82 | 98.4% |
| 21779 | 2024-08-20 10:31:27 | 154.68 | 99% |
| 19652 | 2024-07-11 01:37:10 | 146.04 | 98.5% |
| 17700 | 2024-06-19 01:26:25 | 153.09 | 99% |
| 14778 | 2024-05-10 22:29:55 | 148.32 | 98.7% |
| 5553 | 2024-02-14 06:31:35 | 132.95 | 98.5% |