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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18367 | 2020-12-12 00:43:50 | 104.32 | 98% |
| 15340 | 2020-11-03 01:42:59 | 85.17 | 98% |
| 7133 | 2019-07-01 08:45:13 | 93.80 | 98% |
| 5732 | 2019-06-11 08:48:57 | 84.64 | 97% |
| 1265 | 2019-02-03 10:54:16 | 57.76 | 96% |