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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3098 | 2019-02-18 13:31:35 | 76.09 | 96% |
| 2126 | 2019-01-25 13:26:15 | 60.79 | 95% |
| 881 | 2018-12-12 14:40:00 | 65.56 | 96% |