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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667 | 2019-01-18 23:03:52 | 169.61 | 99% |
261 | 2019-01-03 23:31:12 | 186.33 | 99% |