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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11830 | 2018-11-15 23:15:45 | 121.74 | 98% |
10884 | 2018-10-02 04:13:20 | 119.28 | 99% |
10174 | 2018-08-28 06:28:52 | 117.49 | 98% |