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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3640 | 2020-05-10 01:31:48 | 103.52 | 97% |
3460 | 2020-05-09 13:15:22 | 85.09 | 94% |