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 |
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2370 | 2020-04-29 01:21:22 | 75.38 | 97% |
1271 | 2020-04-16 22:17:53 | 74.94 | 97% |