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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18178 | 2023-07-11 04:33:28 | 156.18 | 99% |
| 10140 | 2019-07-03 02:50:40 | 142.06 | 98% |
| 9386 | 2019-05-25 04:03:07 | 117.82 | 98% |