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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21122 | 2019-11-24 19:41:24 | 94.25 | 99% |
| 18705 | 2019-02-15 16:30:02 | 95.87 | 99% |
| 13869 | 2018-09-08 19:54:28 | 77.19 | 97% |
| 7310 | 2018-05-20 09:27:23 | 74.67 | 97% |
| 5779 | 2018-03-09 22:42:30 | 77.39 | 98% |