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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1833 | 2021-02-13 16:30:51 | 82.32 | 98% |
669 | 2020-12-22 13:13:44 | 79.37 | 98% |