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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30663 | 2020-10-07 12:32:29 | 130.73 | 98% |
| 27926 | 2020-05-08 13:08:39 | 133.68 | 98% |
| 24994 | 2019-10-01 16:29:15 | 106.83 | 97% |
| 21112 | 2018-10-26 14:22:42 | 131.14 | 98% |
| 18360 | 2018-06-23 03:27:16 | 128.09 | 98% |
| 18133 | 2018-06-21 03:22:28 | 125.59 | 99% |