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 |
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3828 | 2019-03-30 16:59:07 | 191.48 | 100% |
3139 | 2019-03-10 21:53:15 | 162.57 | 99% |
2354 | 2019-02-23 06:15:37 | 157.34 | 98% |