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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6796 | 2019-09-15 08:35:24 | 81.19 | 96% |
| 6520 | 2019-09-10 05:41:46 | 82.20 | 95% |
| 1066 | 2019-03-05 12:18:46 | 69.08 | 95% |