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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3203 | 2021-04-19 18:21:43 | 89.95 | 98% |
2516 | 2020-10-19 14:37:55 | 87.27 | 98% |
1770 | 2020-08-07 16:19:12 | 66.77 | 98% |