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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885 | 2020-05-12 22:58:16 | 46.04 | 95% |
739 | 2020-03-17 16:10:21 | 38.30 | 92% |