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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8134 | 2018-10-07 19:04:07 | 46.34 | 94% |
| 7820 | 2018-10-05 20:42:26 | 44.71 | 95% |
| 4502 | 2018-04-27 01:22:30 | 27.78 | 94% |
| 1685 | 2018-03-28 00:49:31 | 23.89 | 95% |