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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1220 | 2021-12-06 10:31:27 | 148.89 | 99% |
4 | 2021-06-05 10:53:56 | 134.09 | 98% |