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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8597 | 2021-03-01 21:40:50 | 169.26 | 99% |
7657 | 2020-12-30 21:49:40 | 168.74 | 99% |