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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7149 | 2019-06-15 06:23:24 | 67.13 | 96% |
| 2554 | 2018-10-29 13:41:51 | 73.26 | 99% |