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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9856 | 2022-05-05 15:32:42 | 89.97 | 99% |
1597 | 2019-01-19 12:54:00 | 73.17 | 98% |
1553 | 2019-01-17 12:33:40 | 81.95 | 99% |