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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8028 | 2020-04-15 13:18:32 | 40.47 | 94% |
| 5358 | 2019-02-22 21:38:10 | 32.62 | 93% |