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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1405 | 2019-10-04 18:10:45 | 83.78 | 97% |
1098 | 2019-03-30 23:28:58 | 84.67 | 97% |
784 | 2018-12-04 03:53:14 | 83.48 | 99% |