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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537 | 2021-02-20 17:58:57 | 50.46 | 92.8% |
343 | 2020-11-24 07:25:43 | 39.89 | 93% |