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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8995 | 2022-01-18 21:06:26 | 133.96 | 98% |
4875 | 2021-10-19 20:32:50 | 121.56 | 98% |