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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604 | 2021-11-20 15:32:41 | 50.76 | 95% |
553 | 2021-11-20 09:15:58 | 49.18 | 95% |