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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166 | 2020-12-22 09:02:25 | 91.79 | 97% |
144 | 2020-12-07 15:04:08 | 87.86 | 98% |