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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1912 | 2021-08-31 12:43:47 | 70.08 | 97% |
236 | 2020-05-23 15:30:00 | 50.50 | 98% |
144 | 2020-05-12 12:05:37 | 48.62 | 98% |