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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6911 | 2022-07-12 16:43:19 | 77.08 | 97% |
2435 | 2022-02-13 11:24:36 | 69.65 | 96% |