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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50883 | 2020-09-28 01:33:23 | 150.86 | 99% |
| 50562 | 2020-09-18 00:33:48 | 134.29 | 96% |
| 41426 | 2019-07-18 23:07:12 | 132.75 | 99% |
| 39267 | 2019-07-14 02:05:46 | 139.64 | 98% |