Someday he'll come along, the man I love, and he'll be big and strong, the man I love. And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay. He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand, then in a little while, he'll take my hand. And though it seems absurd, I know we both won't say a word. Maybe I shall meet him Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not. Still I'm sure to meet him one day, maybe Tuesday will be my good news day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17025 | 2020-11-15 23:30:27 | 124.22 | 98% |
| 15588 | 2020-11-03 01:05:08 | 130.64 | 98% |
| 3631 | 2020-06-06 22:46:12 | 104.11 | 98% |
| 2039 | 2020-05-25 06:17:25 | 101.05 | 99% |