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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17675 | 2019-11-25 21:32:39 | 141.36 | 98% |
| 16122 | 2019-06-15 21:18:38 | 139.63 | 97% |
| 16104 | 2019-06-15 18:24:14 | 144.82 | 97% |
| 9375 | 2018-12-27 20:28:34 | 156.08 | 99% |
| 6773 | 2018-12-01 02:39:03 | 138.67 | 98% |
| 2047 | 2018-09-13 15:24:44 | 176.54 | 100% |