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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1112 | 2021-09-01 17:58:40 | 68.71 | 97% |
870 | 2021-08-04 17:25:17 | 65.03 | 96% |