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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5979 | 2019-02-20 09:38:16 | 103.22 | 98% |
| 5231 | 2019-01-30 10:40:56 | 111.52 | 99% |
| 121 | 2018-08-30 08:53:49 | 107.17 | 98% |