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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17760 | 2020-08-11 06:26:17 | 194.15 | 99% |
| 9248 | 2019-02-08 05:27:31 | 157.50 | 98% |
| 8593 | 2018-11-20 01:08:42 | 128.96 | 96% |
| 4731 | 2018-09-20 05:53:05 | 119.35 | 97% |
| 3962 | 2018-07-26 05:54:55 | 148.63 | 98% |