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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 498 | 2019-04-27 11:04:37 | 37.62 | 96% |
| 299 | 2019-04-17 16:49:30 | 36.35 | 97% |