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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5283 | 2022-09-17 21:13:39 | 68.30 | 94% |
775 | 2022-05-15 21:09:27 | 56.23 | 96% |
730 | 2022-05-14 23:25:08 | 48.53 | 95% |