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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7812 | 2024-03-19 15:18:17 | 106.88 | 97.8% |
7138 | 2024-02-16 19:13:52 | 112.44 | 98.1% |
3587 | 2021-03-03 17:49:05 | 105.34 | 97% |
2034 | 2020-09-02 17:00:33 | 85.64 | 95% |
1415 | 2020-07-10 23:48:00 | 80.98 | 96% |