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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2887 | 2019-09-24 21:13:35 | 64.19 | 94% |
| 2461 | 2018-03-07 13:21:53 | 55.98 | 95% |