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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1137 | 2021-11-07 23:20:15 | 73.50 | 97% |
765 | 2021-07-03 19:44:06 | 75.87 | 96% |