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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 669 | 2018-07-12 03:10:35 | 72.23 | 98% |
| 29 | 2018-06-22 02:44:48 | 55.73 | 97% |