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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981 | 2018-12-01 13:24:05 | 89.47 | 97% |
634 | 2018-11-17 11:09:31 | 99.96 | 99% |