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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59862 | 2023-04-01 02:15:35 | 181.61 | 99% |
| 32817 | 2022-03-13 22:28:03 | 169.49 | 99% |
| 11398 | 2021-03-30 20:31:22 | 155.21 | 100% |