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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1909 | 2021-07-19 06:26:30 | 49.08 | 94% |
707 | 2021-02-24 04:47:57 | 36.84 | 94% |