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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5419 | 2024-01-31 15:29:32 | 94.89 | 97% |
1522 | 2022-09-29 05:14:52 | 69.65 | 94% |
208 | 2021-09-12 03:48:50 | 57.58 | 95% |