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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15190 | 2019-10-18 00:52:13 | 78.54 | 97% |
| 12955 | 2019-07-03 04:51:10 | 72.91 | 97% |
| 10031 | 2019-04-02 03:31:26 | 101.13 | 100% |
| 3511 | 2018-05-10 02:42:48 | 93.28 | 100% |