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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1401 | 2018-05-18 22:51:27 | 65.21 | 94% |
| 1215 | 2018-05-02 18:49:16 | 76.60 | 97% |
| 741 | 2018-03-10 10:39:03 | 75.40 | 97% |