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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32800 | 2020-12-07 03:31:26 | 131.38 | 97% |
| 32602 | 2020-12-02 19:15:41 | 141.45 | 97% |
| 19299 | 2020-06-02 00:12:13 | 120.17 | 98% |
| 15562 | 2020-05-16 03:45:34 | 145.84 | 99% |
| 14360 | 2020-05-09 22:28:07 | 124.35 | 98% |
| 14091 | 2020-05-07 22:15:52 | 119.67 | 98% |
| 13160 | 2020-05-02 04:08:18 | 153.51 | 99% |
| 12387 | 2020-04-24 02:57:09 | 139.97 | 98% |