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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3359 | 2020-05-10 01:32:02 | 72.73 | 95% |
709 | 2020-04-06 18:46:17 | 71.67 | 96% |
246 | 2020-03-27 20:34:51 | 70.85 | 97% |