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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3448 | 2019-12-16 02:02:17 | 81.72 | 97% |
| 2436 | 2019-11-19 10:35:11 | 77.48 | 96% |