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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16278 | 2020-03-24 05:57:45 | 144.52 | 98% |
| 16124 | 2020-03-11 22:00:27 | 123.41 | 96% |
| 13788 | 2019-09-09 05:39:05 | 137.66 | 98% |
| 12816 | 2019-07-14 02:05:43 | 154.76 | 99% |