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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833 | 2021-03-25 20:06:56 | 45.56 | 96% |
428 | 2021-03-16 11:57:21 | 49.14 | 97% |