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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2136 | 2020-07-02 19:27:13 | 83.19 | 97% |
| 806 | 2020-05-03 12:29:18 | 75.38 | 97% |
| 103 | 2020-04-07 19:00:16 | 67.97 | 95% |