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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1335 | 2023-06-18 23:21:24 | 102.97 | 98% |
824 | 2021-02-14 15:53:18 | 52.39 | 93.4% |