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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44506 | 2020-05-24 13:03:46 | 150.08 | 99% |
| 44370 | 2020-05-04 11:14:36 | 148.65 | 100% |
| 35910 | 2018-10-20 18:50:56 | 150.63 | 99% |