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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9826 | 2018-08-18 04:18:52 | 107.94 | 97% |
| 6970 | 2018-02-25 03:11:40 | 119.34 | 99% |