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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1851 | 2021-07-26 11:17:09 | 86.56 | 97% |
1002 | 2021-03-30 01:56:07 | 63.48 | 97% |