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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354 | 2022-05-11 01:11:06 | 98.87 | 98% |
57 | 2022-02-20 20:33:42 | 95.81 | 97% |