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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13640 | 2022-11-04 09:23:33 | 68.91 | 99% |
12620 | 2022-02-04 18:48:46 | 70.77 | 100% |