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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5665 | 2020-11-18 18:59:54 | 102.54 | 97% |
| 2129 | 2018-07-24 19:23:21 | 101.72 | 97% |
| 1689 | 2018-06-09 15:46:03 | 88.20 | 98% |
| 1011 | 2018-02-12 15:03:35 | 82.67 | 96% |