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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534 | 2022-05-13 18:32:51 | 110.37 | 98% |
174 | 2020-12-22 06:33:51 | 73.40 | 94% |