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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37663 | 2020-11-24 00:47:57 | 84.79 | 99% |
| 35865 | 2020-11-01 23:24:58 | 64.77 | 97% |
| 27971 | 2020-05-28 15:24:44 | 89.76 | 99% |
| 25872 | 2019-05-31 22:44:13 | 84.55 | 99% |
| 21425 | 2019-03-25 20:41:05 | 74.22 | 98% |