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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19532 | 2018-12-10 10:01:36 | 86.17 | 96% |
| 16568 | 2018-08-10 10:50:38 | 88.85 | 98% |
| 13994 | 2018-02-25 09:21:30 | 79.32 | 98% |