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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2020-08-14 11:25:57 | 64.87 | 94% |
| 38 | 2020-05-08 13:53:13 | 60.08 | 94% |