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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1090 | 2019-01-24 09:31:43 | 70.83 | 97% |
| 768 | 2018-05-26 09:21:27 | 60.14 | 94% |