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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8861 | 2019-08-18 23:58:01 | 116.81 | 100% |
| 7857 | 2019-06-26 05:07:36 | 76.01 | 96% |
| 3847 | 2018-03-07 22:32:37 | 51.09 | 93% |
| 3753 | 2018-03-05 10:40:07 | 61.50 | 97% |