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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6261 | 2018-07-12 01:38:26 | 106.11 | 97% |
| 5703 | 2018-06-24 22:40:57 | 103.89 | 98% |