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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935 | 2021-01-19 15:10:27 | 70.82 | 96% |
400 | 2020-12-14 08:51:17 | 64.48 | 96% |