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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33201 | 2020-10-07 18:55:12 | 124.59 | 99% |
| 32973 | 2020-04-01 20:11:39 | 129.77 | 99% |
| 29535 | 2018-01-05 15:27:09 | 125.16 | 99% |