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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14615 | 2020-11-22 22:41:51 | 96.80 | 99% |
| 11658 | 2020-09-30 14:31:16 | 92.38 | 98% |
| 8335 | 2020-05-05 20:43:21 | 84.36 | 99% |
| 3895 | 2019-12-24 02:56:20 | 86.46 | 98% |