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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4543 | 2019-09-29 10:04:13 | 60.25 | 98% |
| 4190 | 2019-09-22 03:25:17 | 64.93 | 98% |
| 1805 | 2019-08-24 23:38:37 | 74.68 | 99% |