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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1678 | 2020-08-17 06:21:00 | 107.06 | 98% |
520 | 2018-11-28 12:48:48 | 117.15 | 98% |