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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 179055 | 2020-12-16 19:02:13 | 129.81 | 100% |
| 178902 | 2020-12-15 17:09:05 | 129.31 | 99% |
| 177196 | 2020-11-10 19:37:58 | 128.72 | 99% |
| 170840 | 2020-04-02 19:37:53 | 131.54 | 99% |
| 169853 | 2020-03-04 16:36:35 | 130.80 | 99% |
| 167943 | 2019-12-30 16:29:50 | 113.18 | 98% |
| 166643 | 2019-10-08 13:19:57 | 112.92 | 98% |
| 164316 | 2019-09-04 19:42:02 | 129.79 | 99% |
| 164224 | 2019-09-04 14:52:57 | 125.96 | 99% |
| 163379 | 2019-08-19 19:12:07 | 128.86 | 100% |
| 160628 | 2019-05-03 20:25:44 | 129.36 | 100% |