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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2163 | 2019-09-15 04:53:25 | 61.02 | 99% |
1151 | 2019-08-22 03:57:48 | 54.58 | 98% |