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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7939 | 2019-08-26 06:41:57 | 98.23 | 97% |
| 1998 | 2019-05-16 08:36:28 | 88.59 | 98% |