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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11144 | 2020-07-16 02:59:52 | 86.82 | 97% |
| 8379 | 2020-03-22 10:08:37 | 82.75 | 95% |
| 3251 | 2019-10-21 08:51:46 | 68.17 | 95% |
| 1034 | 2019-02-08 01:55:40 | 62.17 | 96% |