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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21667 | 2020-06-27 22:55:20 | 133.63 | 98% |
| 17043 | 2020-05-08 21:46:41 | 144.40 | 98% |
| 15933 | 2020-04-23 22:22:49 | 146.09 | 99% |
| 6456 | 2020-01-16 02:57:21 | 153.30 | 99% |
| 5252 | 2020-01-11 20:10:45 | 146.44 | 99% |