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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2356 | 2020-09-03 18:24:39 | 63.33 | 97% |
| 616 | 2018-01-12 09:46:36 | 45.35 | 96% |