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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2782 | 2018-10-08 19:06:36 | 66.70 | 95% |
| 1110 | 2018-07-06 15:27:25 | 58.22 | 94% |