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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3168 | 2019-03-18 15:07:37 | 205.29 | 100% |
| 940 | 2018-08-18 02:35:29 | 162.94 | 99% |