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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16920 | 2019-04-16 12:30:15 | 63.24 | 98% |
| 14195 | 2018-10-24 05:53:39 | 68.95 | 98% |
| 12420 | 2018-08-14 13:56:06 | 72.22 | 98% |
| 8206 | 2018-02-25 09:21:37 | 66.03 | 97% |