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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2099 | 2022-11-16 02:05:06 | 85.56 | 97% |
499 | 2022-01-22 14:04:33 | 67.47 | 96% |