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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14817 | 2019-03-06 06:48:33 | 75.93 | 98% |
14157 | 2018-10-26 04:05:34 | 84.78 | 100% |