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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10853 | 2019-06-16 01:02:24 | 81.92 | 97% |
9656 | 2019-03-27 20:27:26 | 103.34 | 96% |
5647 | 2018-10-08 22:07:19 | 87.21 | 95% |
5318 | 2018-09-08 00:33:08 | 93.37 | 96% |