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 |
---|---|---|---|
2146 | 2021-04-07 13:36:55 | 64.20 | 96% |
792 | 2020-08-06 01:16:03 | 64.76 | 96% |