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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38130 | 2020-08-02 12:06:32 | 151.98 | 99% |
| 36634 | 2020-05-06 16:49:41 | 142.94 | 99% |
| 29670 | 2019-08-27 17:38:18 | 153.83 | 99% |