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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13699 | 2018-09-21 23:59:07 | 112.21 | 100% |
| 12820 | 2018-01-23 22:39:27 | 111.89 | 100% |