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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3013 | 2020-01-06 01:14:48 | 139.09 | 98% |
2729 | 2020-01-01 20:27:49 | 152.38 | 98% |