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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 117 | 2018-08-19 03:44:52 | 80.23 | 96% |
| 101 | 2018-08-19 02:54:15 | 72.31 | 96% |