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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64478 | 2019-11-30 18:12:49 | 100.95 | 98% |
| 59906 | 2019-09-02 02:43:25 | 93.92 | 97% |
| 54867 | 2019-05-16 21:59:16 | 99.14 | 97% |
| 54562 | 2019-05-11 14:08:04 | 100.18 | 97% |
| 54252 | 2019-05-08 09:32:51 | 98.52 | 98% |
| 51425 | 2019-03-28 14:53:02 | 104.57 | 98% |
| 48744 | 2019-02-04 09:31:48 | 101.01 | 98% |