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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3761 | 2020-05-15 16:17:55 | 71.12 | 96% |
| 2526 | 2019-06-15 20:07:59 | 71.82 | 98% |