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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2443 | 2019-02-04 17:48:41 | 92.63 | 97% |
1336 | 2018-12-16 19:44:10 | 97.39 | 99% |