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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662 | 2018-12-11 18:08:08 | 75.26 | 99% |
605 | 2018-09-22 10:37:25 | 80.64 | 98% |