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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285 | 2019-04-04 13:11:22 | 52.89 | 97% |
237 | 2019-04-03 08:59:01 | 54.39 | 97% |