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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12993 | 2018-10-06 22:54:20 | 139.27 | 99% |
11622 | 2018-09-26 15:26:10 | 141.80 | 100% |