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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36658 | 2020-05-06 17:06:57 | 136.87 | 99% |
| 32577 | 2019-12-21 11:06:32 | 155.81 | 99% |
| 28977 | 2019-08-08 00:42:23 | 145.22 | 99% |
| 26932 | 2019-07-11 09:52:55 | 141.39 | 99% |
| 26125 | 2019-06-17 17:53:59 | 126.12 | 98% |
| 22618 | 2019-05-05 00:54:56 | 144.11 | 99% |
| 20740 | 2019-04-05 22:49:02 | 135.23 | 99% |
| 13366 | 2019-02-04 16:26:18 | 141.34 | 99% |
| 4197 | 2018-10-26 15:53:42 | 127.16 | 99% |
| 3148 | 2018-10-13 13:19:04 | 113.41 | 97% |
| 492 | 2018-04-05 09:33:24 | 135.73 | 100% |