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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4866 | 2019-07-03 13:06:24 | 71.07 | 94% |
2410 | 2019-05-20 07:35:36 | 60.00 | 92% |
510 | 2018-10-04 05:56:27 | 43.19 | 93% |