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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22252 | 2020-12-13 18:44:09 | 77.04 | 96% |
20621 | 2019-06-06 19:39:34 | 87.46 | 98% |
19335 | 2019-03-20 20:43:28 | 86.72 | 98% |