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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2019-03-11 13:44:57 | 72.32 | 98% |
| 1218 | 2018-12-05 03:55:03 | 84.13 | 99% |
| 826 | 2018-09-08 00:05:54 | 71.64 | 98% |