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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1739 | 2019-10-05 20:15:01 | 77.69 | 96% |
| 857 | 2018-12-22 14:15:17 | 67.73 | 95% |