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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147 | 2019-05-07 18:06:22 | 62.13 | 94% |
17 | 2019-03-29 20:37:28 | 57.45 | 96% |