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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1333 | 2018-07-09 01:08:01 | 74.89 | 96% |
| 1190 | 2018-07-01 08:48:41 | 79.44 | 98% |