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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11424 | 2018-09-23 14:47:55 | 66.79 | 98% |
| 9548 | 2018-06-13 10:28:20 | 57.80 | 97% |
| 7617 | 2018-05-06 14:25:37 | 64.70 | 98% |