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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2019-05-01 16:27:08 | 58.25 | 99% |
| 405 | 2019-04-20 12:30:25 | 54.21 | 99% |