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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851 | 2019-02-17 04:57:29 | 59.48 | 91% |
197 | 2018-11-21 23:09:24 | 55.88 | 95% |