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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3920 | 2020-04-12 16:48:02 | 49.13 | 96% |
2913 | 2020-02-16 05:35:20 | 43.75 | 96% |