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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5065 | 2022-03-31 09:47:47 | 68.35 | 97% |
4504 | 2022-02-17 14:45:30 | 58.96 | 97% |