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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6279 | 2020-05-10 21:31:46 | 162.65 | 98% |
6165 | 2019-10-05 16:35:55 | 154.39 | 97% |
4442 | 2019-05-01 10:17:31 | 142.34 | 97% |