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 |
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5569 | 2018-05-31 03:36:38 | 58.59 | 97% |
3624 | 2018-02-27 10:36:00 | 58.19 | 96% |