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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1350 | 2021-05-02 17:41:09 | 50.47 | 95% |
278 | 2021-04-06 13:04:16 | 39.78 | 96% |