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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3101 | 2020-12-11 00:01:22 | 72.71 | 96% |
| 2532 | 2020-11-22 07:37:50 | 66.07 | 96% |
| 2135 | 2020-11-12 21:16:32 | 68.61 | 97% |