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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2346 | 2020-07-14 22:17:17 | 80.25 | 97% |
| 1671 | 2019-07-21 18:44:07 | 71.11 | 94% |
| 1340 | 2019-07-11 02:58:33 | 77.30 | 97% |