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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6073 | 2019-12-02 17:01:52 | 86.11 | 97% |
| 5176 | 2019-09-11 18:54:21 | 80.52 | 97% |
| 3668 | 2019-07-12 12:24:54 | 85.39 | 98% |
| 3355 | 2019-07-01 16:26:28 | 79.24 | 97% |