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 |
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30087 | 2020-12-07 01:47:32 | 94.82 | 97% |
29589 | 2020-11-26 15:58:46 | 82.72 | 95% |
25830 | 2020-10-07 02:53:38 | 97.77 | 97% |