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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10593 | 2019-09-24 12:55:14 | 86.40 | 96% |
| 9901 | 2019-08-02 15:22:53 | 90.13 | 98% |
| 9647 | 2018-07-11 21:31:54 | 85.06 | 97% |