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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5741 | 2020-06-19 13:17:38 | 95.50 | 98% |
5083 | 2019-08-18 09:04:11 | 103.94 | 98% |