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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1414 | 2019-11-29 04:34:37 | 91.19 | 94% |
1410 | 2019-11-28 06:11:42 | 91.23 | 95% |