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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7276 | 2019-01-03 20:25:40 | 154.26 | 100% |
| 5521 | 2018-10-06 00:40:11 | 137.75 | 100% |
| 3327 | 2018-07-27 19:07:46 | 130.47 | 99% |