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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15530 | 2019-03-13 21:11:34 | 112.64 | 98% |
| 11666 | 2018-07-08 23:08:47 | 110.67 | 99% |