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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41466 | 2019-09-17 14:25:19 | 87.00 | 98% |
| 37491 | 2018-02-16 15:33:47 | 106.95 | 99% |
| 37020 | 2018-01-26 13:57:22 | 94.02 | 98% |