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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2580 | 2024-04-17 22:02:53 | 78.78 | 95.6% |
1570 | 2023-05-15 09:18:56 | 83.32 | 97% |