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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18181 | 2019-11-19 14:52:06 | 80.56 | 99% |
16022 | 2019-03-11 09:26:36 | 80.72 | 97% |
15154 | 2019-02-01 13:59:09 | 89.59 | 99% |