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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4189 | 2019-07-30 02:06:42 | 58.66 | 96% |
| 4151 | 2019-07-26 08:23:38 | 55.37 | 97% |
| 1058 | 2018-09-10 13:42:34 | 53.02 | 96% |
| 882 | 2018-08-24 04:12:48 | 43.88 | 94% |