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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3588 | 2022-07-08 05:45:41 | 76.00 | 94% |
3137 | 2022-03-24 22:21:10 | 86.45 | 95% |