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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38546 | 2020-12-07 22:54:52 | 127.68 | 99% |
| 37525 | 2020-11-20 01:47:44 | 120.74 | 100% |
| 32321 | 2020-06-30 23:02:27 | 125.47 | 100% |
| 29375 | 2020-05-15 03:42:55 | 122.00 | 99% |
| 24804 | 2020-01-03 04:33:54 | 124.96 | 100% |