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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7457 | 2019-11-18 02:46:38 | 97.71 | 98% |
| 6333 | 2018-09-29 18:11:49 | 94.41 | 98% |
| 6006 | 2018-07-11 21:31:53 | 88.83 | 97% |