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 |
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21630 | 2020-08-24 00:25:16 | 153.82 | 100% |
14438 | 2019-08-31 04:43:54 | 128.39 | 99% |
14090 | 2019-07-18 11:51:37 | 132.79 | 99% |