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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49298 | 2020-04-13 16:48:50 | 159.08 | 99% |
| 43407 | 2020-03-21 00:24:47 | 159.84 | 100% |
| 26633 | 2019-08-02 16:56:53 | 134.57 | 97% |
| 22674 | 2019-07-11 09:52:52 | 167.45 | 99% |
| 19764 | 2019-06-20 15:17:29 | 162.71 | 100% |
| 19126 | 2019-06-17 17:53:58 | 129.08 | 97% |
| 10623 | 2018-06-12 18:04:20 | 155.92 | 98% |
| 3588 | 2018-04-05 12:10:00 | 155.07 | 99% |
| 1204 | 2018-03-16 16:30:01 | 151.92 | 98% |