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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1480 | 2024-02-17 03:58:08 | 117.07 | 98.1% |
334 | 2023-06-26 20:01:30 | 111.34 | 97% |
99 | 2023-06-23 02:03:38 | 110.44 | 98% |