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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1548 | 2023-09-15 19:44:24 | 109.40 | 98% |
878 | 2023-03-05 15:04:06 | 109.05 | 98% |