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 |
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1553 | 2022-04-24 02:27:27 | 111.49 | 97% |
334 | 2021-11-17 04:34:26 | 109.91 | 99% |