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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1533 | 2022-08-28 08:59:39 | 113.58 | 96% |
1325 | 2022-08-12 10:58:02 | 116.37 | 98% |