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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4649 | 2018-12-09 04:03:13 | 49.94 | 92% |
| 2390 | 2018-11-14 05:17:36 | 57.13 | 95% |