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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2943 | 2018-09-21 10:10:17 | 88.51 | 98% |
2787 | 2018-09-18 13:08:31 | 84.29 | 98% |