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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3916 | 2023-01-08 13:30:42 | 103.82 | 98% |
2161 | 2021-11-15 17:52:51 | 101.84 | 98% |