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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14885 | 2020-08-03 14:34:56 | 96.49 | 99% |
14127 | 2020-07-22 13:39:52 | 76.87 | 96% |
6236 | 2020-01-22 13:27:27 | 67.03 | 96% |