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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6851 | 2020-03-05 22:57:48 | 97.36 | 96% |
| 4410 | 2018-05-21 19:55:28 | 100.80 | 98% |