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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1436 | 2020-12-31 10:05:47 | 180.46 | 99% |
673 | 2020-10-13 23:54:37 | 161.53 | 99% |