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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2999 | 2019-06-19 13:33:07 | 112.77 | 99% |
2187 | 2019-02-07 15:31:35 | 99.93 | 99% |