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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58806 | 2020-08-06 03:34:09 | 128.83 | 98% |
| 54999 | 2020-07-14 01:41:35 | 102.12 | 96% |
| 52187 | 2020-07-01 08:18:38 | 109.73 | 97% |
| 46102 | 2020-06-01 21:58:57 | 123.23 | 99% |
| 41678 | 2020-05-10 01:56:13 | 141.00 | 99% |
| 40866 | 2020-05-06 07:15:36 | 117.01 | 98% |
| 27321 | 2020-01-12 04:03:51 | 109.76 | 96% |
| 23116 | 2019-12-02 11:38:44 | 121.54 | 98% |
| 17047 | 2019-09-22 07:41:24 | 125.23 | 98% |
| 14509 | 2019-08-21 11:24:47 | 121.89 | 98% |
| 13667 | 2019-08-13 10:15:32 | 107.28 | 97% |
| 10450 | 2019-06-11 15:02:47 | 124.32 | 100% |