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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17907 | 2019-12-27 09:36:08 | 99.63 | 99% |
14636 | 2018-12-16 22:58:25 | 104.93 | 99% |
13777 | 2018-11-09 01:41:32 | 105.05 | 98% |