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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982 | 2021-12-11 13:23:15 | 105.05 | 98% |
281 | 2020-09-05 14:48:02 | 97.21 | 98% |