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 |
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2255 | 2018-11-06 06:46:07 | 99.69 | 99% |
2189 | 2018-11-01 08:35:44 | 93.53 | 97% |