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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3011 | 2019-03-18 14:54:52 | 91.02 | 99% |
2068 | 2019-01-15 23:30:56 | 85.76 | 100% |