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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3250 | 2021-08-25 23:15:42 | 86.50 | 97% |
1169 | 2019-01-16 20:24:54 | 68.86 | 97% |