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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4544 | 2024-01-03 18:06:28 | 115.79 | 98.1% |
2013 | 2023-02-14 23:32:20 | 99.73 | 97% |