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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6095 | 2020-06-17 10:51:55 | 87.93 | 98% |
| 4725 | 2019-09-24 12:55:16 | 82.55 | 98% |
| 1891 | 2017-12-15 16:11:50 | 75.90 | 95% |