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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3637 | 2018-12-10 11:21:23 | 54.23 | 95% |
2133 | 2018-11-07 06:22:18 | 54.55 | 95% |