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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199 | 2022-01-31 14:56:17 | 47.10 | 95% |
80 | 2022-01-30 07:36:32 | 36.71 | 93% |