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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5218 | 2019-03-01 22:35:24 | 73.95 | 97% |
| 4459 | 2018-12-11 15:50:37 | 81.40 | 98% |
| 1572 | 2018-07-15 20:19:53 | 70.79 | 98% |