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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5474 | 2018-07-01 15:29:45 | 70.95 | 94% |
2768 | 2018-05-06 05:51:28 | 79.90 | 97% |