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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8949 | 2019-07-24 21:58:52 | 119.68 | 99% |
| 6863 | 2018-04-02 02:58:23 | 104.15 | 98% |
| 6577 | 2018-01-06 01:47:35 | 104.74 | 97% |