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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3072 | 2018-05-12 22:29:25 | 83.88 | 97% |
| 2854 | 2018-04-28 18:50:23 | 72.30 | 96% |