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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21722 | 2019-08-05 16:04:59 | 105.01 | 99% |
| 18697 | 2019-05-11 15:57:40 | 112.31 | 99% |
| 16329 | 2019-03-07 18:41:59 | 100.91 | 98% |