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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2020 | 2021-10-02 14:23:30 | 92.94 | 97% |
1485 | 2021-04-18 13:08:35 | 88.52 | 97% |