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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3779 | 2018-10-09 22:43:54 | 106.79 | 98% |
3672 | 2018-10-08 22:16:05 | 107.52 | 97% |
2992 | 2018-09-19 14:06:17 | 108.65 | 98% |