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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3181 | 2019-04-22 03:07:59 | 111.66 | 99% |
| 2346 | 2018-01-04 23:33:36 | 112.57 | 99% |