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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7962 | 2017-12-17 01:25:09 | 111.65 | 97% |
| 7904 | 2017-12-17 00:32:03 | 128.60 | 99% |
| 7178 | 2017-12-13 08:39:10 | 113.33 | 94% |