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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18164 | 2020-03-04 19:47:46 | 152.74 | 99% |
| 17132 | 2020-01-21 17:32:13 | 166.52 | 100% |
| 15622 | 2019-09-12 14:29:54 | 152.16 | 99% |
| 14824 | 2019-08-27 13:50:58 | 153.58 | 99% |
| 11712 | 2019-05-12 03:46:52 | 150.29 | 99% |
| 11675 | 2019-05-11 13:02:20 | 153.33 | 99% |
| 8893 | 2019-02-27 14:47:57 | 166.80 | 100% |