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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58395 | 2019-06-20 02:18:32 | 168.49 | 99% |
| 57749 | 2019-06-08 16:32:16 | 160.49 | 100% |
| 56823 | 2019-04-29 13:47:04 | 168.96 | 99% |
| 55440 | 2019-04-06 17:51:44 | 153.72 | 98% |
| 51449 | 2019-02-27 16:12:52 | 172.49 | 99% |
| 50965 | 2019-02-18 06:51:05 | 159.94 | 99% |