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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1790 | 2020-09-29 03:13:49 | 96.92 | 99% |
1404 | 2020-08-28 11:02:18 | 99.15 | 98% |
1397 | 2020-08-28 10:54:44 | 93.94 | 98% |