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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2101 | 2022-09-01 17:25:19 | 65.92 | 96% |
1800 | 2022-06-07 12:32:25 | 73.89 | 97% |