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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3577 | 2019-04-04 10:01:34 | 67.23 | 98% |
| 843 | 2018-12-01 18:32:40 | 65.54 | 98% |