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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9332 | 2020-10-12 22:13:28 | 60.23 | 95% |
| 3974 | 2020-07-24 19:05:53 | 59.33 | 97% |
| 2543 | 2020-06-17 08:55:48 | 46.44 | 92% |