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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3041 | 2019-10-13 05:11:10 | 87.07 | 99% |
| 646 | 2019-02-17 00:35:20 | 62.80 | 95% |
| 631 | 2019-02-17 00:15:18 | 57.83 | 95% |