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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816 | 2020-09-09 16:12:32 | 78.30 | 98% |
544 | 2020-08-18 08:11:05 | 70.37 | 96% |