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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15073 | 2020-07-20 15:30:09 | 96.08 | 97% |
| 14253 | 2020-06-27 11:38:46 | 85.35 | 96% |
| 13729 | 2020-06-21 12:39:23 | 90.62 | 97% |
| 12966 | 2020-06-01 14:38:24 | 87.87 | 97% |
| 12510 | 2020-05-19 06:31:21 | 86.76 | 97% |