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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23232 | 2020-12-11 06:32:17 | 169.05 | 99% |
| 15910 | 2020-06-30 09:37:23 | 187.46 | 100% |
| 14074 | 2020-05-04 03:43:56 | 168.79 | 98% |
| 13397 | 2020-04-16 03:14:14 | 155.93 | 98% |
| 13377 | 2020-04-15 09:30:06 | 137.07 | 97% |