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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19195 | 2019-07-11 01:07:45 | 173.95 | 99% |
| 13063 | 2019-02-08 18:41:46 | 165.58 | 100% |
| 11761 | 2019-02-02 00:59:57 | 154.32 | 98% |