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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7239 | 2020-12-18 01:48:00 | 72.47 | 95% |
| 6953 | 2020-12-03 06:45:05 | 90.72 | 98% |
| 3378 | 2020-05-10 02:04:05 | 75.47 | 96% |