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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49589 | 2019-04-28 00:58:10 | 124.32 | 98% |
| 48366 | 2019-04-17 03:46:33 | 103.46 | 96% |
| 47037 | 2019-04-04 02:23:25 | 111.31 | 98% |
| 46156 | 2019-03-27 23:57:33 | 115.40 | 98% |
| 44599 | 2019-03-15 03:48:52 | 117.16 | 97% |