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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2278 | 2023-03-25 16:03:47 | 84.91 | 97% |
1600 | 2023-02-28 07:32:00 | 79.53 | 95% |