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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8353 | 2020-09-11 07:13:17 | 111.25 | 99% |
| 5885 | 2018-10-26 14:49:26 | 102.60 | 98% |
| 1900 | 2018-01-29 01:43:31 | 87.42 | 97% |