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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5362 | 2020-10-09 11:52:13 | 85.00 | 97% |
| 4516 | 2019-12-31 15:47:30 | 95.17 | 99% |
| 2536 | 2019-06-08 09:39:19 | 86.22 | 97% |
| 1866 | 2019-05-01 13:39:37 | 62.52 | 94% |
| 482 | 2018-10-16 09:07:32 | 41.28 | 94% |