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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489 | 2023-09-29 19:29:17 | 96.81 | 97.5% |
91 | 2023-09-09 21:38:34 | 85.61 | 98% |