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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2859 | 2023-05-04 22:04:34 | 66.82 | 95% |
1131 | 2020-05-08 06:59:42 | 59.77 | 97% |