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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4537 | 2020-10-26 10:24:18 | 67.92 | 95% |
| 1341 | 2019-05-15 08:16:38 | 57.10 | 95% |