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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9434 | 2020-06-11 17:38:23 | 136.09 | 98% |
8255 | 2018-09-15 17:07:42 | 126.06 | 97% |