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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1192 | 2021-02-23 15:25:53 | 72.46 | 97% |
736 | 2020-12-27 14:47:55 | 70.39 | 95% |