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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4664 | 2021-03-24 15:31:11 | 72.92 | 96% |
1808 | 2020-05-08 20:28:12 | 68.96 | 98% |
1522 | 2020-04-28 15:07:50 | 73.66 | 97% |