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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18188 | 2020-12-19 02:27:31 | 110.71 | 98% |
| 18183 | 2020-12-19 02:23:08 | 89.91 | 97% |
| 15531 | 2020-12-10 02:07:23 | 109.19 | 99% |
| 14910 | 2020-12-07 08:51:39 | 101.20 | 98% |
| 5274 | 2018-06-11 02:10:34 | 80.12 | 95% |