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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9492 | 2020-03-29 22:03:07 | 101.85 | 96% |
| 8032 | 2020-02-24 21:10:11 | 97.20 | 98% |
| 6883 | 2019-11-08 18:47:28 | 105.22 | 98% |
| 6339 | 2019-09-28 23:34:25 | 101.08 | 98% |
| 1727 | 2018-09-29 04:38:03 | 97.25 | 98% |
| 1649 | 2018-09-10 21:37:02 | 86.41 | 97% |