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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6755 | 2020-01-09 19:40:12 | 77.97 | 97% |
| 6682 | 2019-12-07 15:00:10 | 78.64 | 96% |