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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1052 | 2019-11-05 08:09:59 | 52.63 | 94% |
| 830 | 2019-10-21 18:39:53 | 48.37 | 96% |