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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2746 | 2021-01-12 16:03:03 | 73.07 | 99% |
2472 | 2020-02-12 07:38:15 | 62.78 | 98% |