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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2312 | 2021-03-30 04:01:12 | 81.19 | 94% |
1514 | 2021-03-22 00:58:15 | 75.82 | 96% |