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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1456 | 2022-03-24 10:37:26 | 88.75 | 96% |
951 | 2021-05-09 05:58:29 | 83.25 | 97% |