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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15161 | 2020-01-20 05:52:19 | 154.43 | 98% |
| 9242 | 2018-10-28 20:02:25 | 138.12 | 97% |
| 5386 | 2018-05-29 18:05:30 | 133.73 | 98% |
| 3606 | 2018-04-22 02:45:39 | 130.11 | 97% |