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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390 | 2021-07-15 15:58:37 | 72.67 | 94% |
148 | 2020-12-12 15:04:27 | 55.80 | 93% |