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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10192 | 2020-08-11 11:26:52 | 53.94 | 93% |
| 2968 | 2019-09-11 13:57:39 | 47.40 | 90% |