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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1513 | 2022-09-01 21:38:26 | 105.64 | 96% |
786 | 2022-08-06 16:34:41 | 105.82 | 97% |
304 | 2022-07-31 18:00:52 | 84.17 | 95% |