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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988 | 2021-10-03 15:11:17 | 67.54 | 94% |
915 | 2021-09-15 20:22:50 | 73.98 | 96% |