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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5618 | 2021-08-25 04:00:36 | 88.65 | 99% |
2314 | 2018-11-09 05:18:58 | 64.38 | 96% |