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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20838 | 2020-07-23 14:47:25 | 111.37 | 99% |
| 20765 | 2020-07-22 13:31:46 | 119.94 | 99% |