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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10680 | 2018-10-21 01:15:05 | 118.78 | 98% |
| 1693 | 2018-04-28 06:32:33 | 123.20 | 98% |