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 |
---|---|---|---|
6513 | 2019-06-08 14:02:06 | 92.76 | 99% |
3403 | 2018-09-05 20:01:27 | 87.47 | 99% |
2937 | 2018-08-27 21:51:42 | 95.64 | 99% |
2884 | 2018-08-26 14:15:30 | 84.92 | 98% |