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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3594 | 2020-08-24 21:36:08 | 94.57 | 98% |
| 1553 | 2020-04-07 20:30:27 | 77.85 | 95% |
| 1538 | 2020-04-07 19:00:08 | 84.02 | 95% |