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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5032 | 2019-10-01 20:23:26 | 79.40 | 99% |
3677 | 2018-09-26 22:24:06 | 73.85 | 98% |
3159 | 2018-09-11 20:13:25 | 67.33 | 96% |