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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2340 | 2021-03-03 17:53:50 | 70.58 | 96% |
1468 | 2021-01-10 07:09:43 | 79.35 | 98% |