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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 66264 | 2018-02-24 17:19:36 | 144.98 | 99% |
| 64356 | 2018-02-07 19:43:53 | 161.92 | 99% |
| 63275 | 2018-02-01 12:26:19 | 145.63 | 98% |