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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19019 | 2020-03-27 16:04:10 | 147.69 | 99% |
| 13847 | 2019-08-02 16:56:53 | 134.07 | 96% |
| 10490 | 2019-03-26 18:08:07 | 142.91 | 99% |
| 4431 | 2018-12-17 21:03:06 | 137.04 | 98% |
| 2099 | 2018-11-16 14:25:56 | 142.41 | 99% |