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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1020 | 2023-12-28 03:30:48 | 102.93 | 97.8% |
151 | 2023-11-20 19:23:30 | 101.60 | 98.3% |