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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4868 | 2019-04-23 00:12:28 | 86.15 | 98% |
| 500 | 2018-08-21 18:25:51 | 50.68 | 96% |