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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8988 | 2018-11-23 21:33:54 | 78.30 | 97% |
| 8789 | 2018-09-01 21:08:39 | 70.29 | 95% |