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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3841 | 2020-08-19 01:49:17 | 82.77 | 95% |
| 2505 | 2020-07-21 04:32:34 | 66.46 | 95% |
| 767 | 2020-06-12 03:13:04 | 86.58 | 96% |
| 709 | 2020-06-10 23:13:05 | 87.30 | 96% |