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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1656 | 2020-07-20 10:48:15 | 136.97 | 99% |
1514 | 2020-07-18 15:22:34 | 165.60 | 99% |