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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2018-10-31 09:16:21 | 75.56 | 98% |
| 234 | 2018-10-26 18:24:23 | 69.68 | 96% |