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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26532 | 2019-11-18 15:32:15 | 142.21 | 99% |
| 25319 | 2019-08-21 11:24:47 | 122.18 | 97% |
| 22767 | 2019-05-28 07:49:10 | 137.41 | 98% |
| 22482 | 2019-05-23 10:29:39 | 138.60 | 98% |
| 21742 | 2019-05-05 06:28:46 | 134.72 | 97% |
| 17437 | 2019-02-08 18:41:53 | 135.58 | 99% |