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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1871 | 2020-12-27 05:13:18 | 83.86 | 98% |
1837 | 2020-12-22 03:55:07 | 82.77 | 98% |