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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4216 | 2018-12-09 16:49:04 | 38.10 | 95% |
| 2222 | 2018-09-11 12:43:19 | 48.08 | 95% |