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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1469 | 2019-08-01 03:23:49 | 75.96 | 98% |
| 1180 | 2018-01-26 07:41:33 | 89.21 | 99% |