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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10523 | 2021-08-17 17:48:40 | 117.91 | 99% |
9230 | 2021-01-13 07:58:40 | 102.10 | 97% |