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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5704 | 2023-04-14 15:05:48 | 88.22 | 96% |
| 1959 | 2022-07-16 05:15:58 | 62.46 | 95% |