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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9412 | 2018-03-28 09:36:08 | 74.07 | 98% |
| 6784 | 2017-12-11 07:58:48 | 61.05 | 97% |