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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 87443 | 2020-09-10 09:44:06 | 125.64 | 100% |
| 75092 | 2019-09-12 06:59:43 | 115.92 | 98% |
| 75091 | 2019-09-12 06:58:42 | 120.87 | 99% |
| 74564 | 2019-09-03 02:56:41 | 115.86 | 98% |
| 74269 | 2019-08-26 06:40:36 | 101.71 | 98% |
| 72789 | 2019-07-22 05:00:05 | 116.90 | 99% |
| 70095 | 2019-05-05 06:36:42 | 112.24 | 98% |
| 70093 | 2019-05-05 06:28:55 | 108.11 | 98% |
| 67640 | 2019-03-20 06:42:59 | 114.11 | 98% |
| 67607 | 2019-03-20 05:35:50 | 116.48 | 98% |
| 67606 | 2019-03-20 05:34:55 | 110.58 | 98% |
| 64524 | 2019-02-13 23:49:24 | 118.72 | 99% |