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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728 | 2022-06-14 23:51:55 | 111.19 | 99% |
505 | 2022-06-13 09:59:13 | 107.98 | 98% |