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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5503 | 2018-01-07 11:47:16 | 90.67 | 97% |
| 5287 | 2017-12-14 06:12:18 | 109.56 | 99% |