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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2915 | 2022-03-25 09:47:41 | 99.88 | 99% |
2009 | 2021-11-04 13:11:51 | 76.96 | 96% |