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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29220 | 2020-10-04 18:34:25 | 106.51 | 97% |
| 22678 | 2020-07-07 14:19:58 | 100.00 | 97% |
| 14900 | 2020-05-25 12:09:25 | 95.62 | 97% |
| 2629 | 2019-12-07 17:07:43 | 75.69 | 97% |