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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12506 | 2020-09-23 13:14:02 | 139.72 | 96% |
| 11989 | 2020-09-08 16:06:09 | 157.25 | 98% |
| 3825 | 2019-03-10 21:53:17 | 146.55 | 99% |