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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325 | 2018-12-15 06:54:28 | 83.13 | 96% |
287 | 2018-12-13 09:19:34 | 62.95 | 96% |