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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4358 | 2019-02-21 16:32:16 | 67.87 | 97% |
2630 | 2019-02-03 05:06:28 | 67.39 | 96% |
1254 | 2018-10-28 01:07:08 | 59.72 | 98% |