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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1050 | 2024-01-20 16:32:58 | 98.81 | 99% |
491 | 2024-01-07 02:58:36 | 89.63 | 97.8% |