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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3352 | 2021-08-11 18:00:47 | 72.30 | 98% |
2950 | 2021-07-17 20:04:53 | 81.60 | 99% |