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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28302 | 2019-02-01 15:24:37 | 112.45 | 99% |
| 25280 | 2018-02-22 09:43:36 | 113.65 | 98% |
| 24401 | 2018-02-12 12:26:26 | 107.60 | 98% |