Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You cleaned up, found Jesus. Things are good, or so I hear. This bottle of Stephen's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15154 | 2020-11-30 19:54:19 | 89.89 | 95% |
| 8286 | 2020-07-29 03:44:15 | 86.81 | 94% |
| 7625 | 2020-07-21 16:00:45 | 100.69 | 95% |
| 5331 | 2020-06-01 19:53:52 | 105.81 | 96% |
| 3098 | 2020-03-26 18:35:12 | 85.24 | 95% |