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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3489 | 2018-10-05 18:58:03 | 88.45 | 98% |
| 372 | 2018-08-26 04:26:24 | 82.33 | 95% |