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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5147 | 2019-12-12 07:01:49 | 82.06 | 96% |
2316 | 2019-01-11 05:04:34 | 76.02 | 97% |