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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1237 | 2019-04-17 03:11:49 | 132.79 | 99% |
946 | 2019-04-13 05:16:28 | 120.69 | 98% |