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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22261 | 2020-11-12 18:57:42 | 77.09 | 96% |
| 16000 | 2020-03-14 11:23:52 | 74.19 | 97% |
| 3580 | 2019-05-18 17:10:37 | 59.53 | 94% |