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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5733 | 2020-11-07 06:56:39 | 63.22 | 97% |
| 1795 | 2020-08-28 08:45:55 | 53.06 | 96% |
| 1005 | 2020-07-11 09:57:29 | 37.77 | 93% |