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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1443 | 2019-10-28 18:43:02 | 117.54 | 98% |
533 | 2019-01-21 01:27:36 | 112.81 | 99% |