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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9409 | 2020-07-12 03:42:09 | 100.02 | 98% |
| 8090 | 2020-06-07 03:11:56 | 96.82 | 98% |
| 7865 | 2020-06-02 01:14:38 | 97.87 | 98% |
| 5999 | 2020-04-21 04:38:27 | 90.94 | 98% |
| 3733 | 2020-03-27 17:34:53 | 91.52 | 98% |