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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2384 | 2018-11-01 13:15:56 | 94.08 | 96% |
| 345 | 2018-03-11 08:48:42 | 89.97 | 98% |