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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5057 | 2018-12-16 05:36:51 | 69.24 | 99% |
| 4197 | 2018-10-24 05:53:40 | 66.97 | 99% |
| 2381 | 2018-02-21 05:54:57 | 76.34 | 99% |
| 295 | 2017-12-14 01:02:34 | 52.42 | 96% |