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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5603 | 2022-08-01 20:09:31 | 69.44 | 94% |
2933 | 2020-07-08 15:06:28 | 79.02 | 95% |