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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6867 | 2019-07-19 12:16:08 | 82.11 | 100% |
| 6483 | 2019-01-11 01:38:23 | 74.31 | 98% |