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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3077 | 2022-03-30 05:53:02 | 115.90 | 100% |
1871 | 2021-08-31 17:19:56 | 102.02 | 99% |