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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3584 | 2018-10-28 12:41:17 | 78.50 | 96% |
| 3129 | 2018-05-17 18:27:39 | 78.49 | 98% |