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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5766 | 2020-12-02 19:15:48 | 100.87 | 98% |
| 4830 | 2020-09-21 19:45:12 | 95.97 | 97% |