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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666 | 2021-02-24 06:01:54 | 95.96 | 98% |
459 | 2021-02-17 15:39:54 | 92.76 | 97.9% |