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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5334 | 2020-10-23 15:38:11 | 71.88 | 96% |
| 2543 | 2020-07-08 18:38:47 | 63.09 | 93% |
| 156 | 2019-12-05 08:36:49 | 59.97 | 96% |