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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9715 | 2019-02-24 16:09:38 | 152.19 | 97% |
| 9331 | 2019-02-13 22:24:25 | 130.73 | 98% |
| 7952 | 2018-10-21 21:18:58 | 152.24 | 99% |
| 6370 | 2018-09-12 22:44:39 | 141.06 | 98% |
| 2827 | 2018-04-03 20:10:43 | 146.04 | 99% |