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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5889 | 2019-10-05 23:41:08 | 90.29 | 97% |
5006 | 2019-04-22 23:19:58 | 87.50 | 98% |
4034 | 2019-03-27 06:39:53 | 81.10 | 95% |