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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10825 | 2019-07-31 21:58:37 | 94.81 | 98% |
8128 | 2018-09-20 20:00:13 | 90.25 | 97% |