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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6925 | 2020-12-01 09:53:57 | 56.18 | 95% |
| 6549 | 2020-11-14 17:58:46 | 64.64 | 98% |
| 6091 | 2020-10-19 09:36:34 | 65.77 | 97% |
| 4834 | 2020-09-18 14:30:54 | 63.50 | 98% |
| 2803 | 2020-07-30 17:38:41 | 49.45 | 95% |