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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6673 | 2019-10-26 21:29:02 | 105.10 | 98% |
| 6047 | 2019-06-17 22:29:45 | 94.31 | 96% |
| 5331 | 2019-01-09 04:38:26 | 110.91 | 100% |