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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694 | 2023-05-04 11:16:36 | 72.12 | 97% |
270 | 2022-04-12 07:56:57 | 62.61 | 96% |