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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3558 | 2022-08-21 03:35:56 | 59.54 | 95% |
3140 | 2021-06-29 20:51:32 | 53.35 | 96% |