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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47595 | 2019-06-05 12:44:45 | 127.01 | 99% |
| 43422 | 2018-10-08 11:42:12 | 99.72 | 98% |
| 40158 | 2018-07-04 12:52:00 | 110.89 | 98% |
| 37609 | 2018-05-04 20:21:48 | 104.58 | 98% |
| 32518 | 2018-01-05 09:59:01 | 87.63 | 95% |