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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19656 | 2019-04-11 04:15:41 | 94.02 | 98% |
19436 | 2019-03-23 03:29:51 | 99.56 | 100% |
18686 | 2019-02-27 02:55:31 | 92.29 | 97% |