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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2007 | 2018-11-07 02:15:28 | 70.67 | 96% |
1558 | 2018-08-20 04:44:46 | 52.86 | 94% |