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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4265 | 2021-12-05 07:49:55 | 88.04 | 97% |
3553 | 2021-06-16 18:01:13 | 75.66 | 96% |