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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15486 | 2022-04-13 14:15:52 | 103.81 | 98% |
10055 | 2021-12-28 15:57:05 | 115.56 | 97% |