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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1174 | 2020-02-16 13:34:43 | 92.59 | 97% |
686 | 2019-03-31 17:50:45 | 84.78 | 97% |