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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106095 | 2018-11-09 14:22:59 | 170.48 | 100% |
106091 | 2018-11-08 22:44:05 | 167.00 | 98% |