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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 285501 | 2019-03-04 14:23:31 | 133.83 | 97% |
| 285500 | 2019-03-04 14:22:46 | 136.13 | 96% |
| 282689 | 2019-02-27 19:58:47 | 160.37 | 97% |
| 281237 | 2019-02-12 22:59:38 | 182.96 | 100% |