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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13527 | 2020-07-17 03:38:21 | 71.10 | 97% |
| 12319 | 2018-09-19 04:59:12 | 67.69 | 97% |