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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 547 | 2020-10-05 06:57:24 | 78.91 | 96% |
| 359 | 2018-05-01 06:46:48 | 84.72 | 95% |
| 232 | 2018-02-24 23:43:47 | 85.87 | 96% |