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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2095 | 2020-04-10 05:46:41 | 77.73 | 98% |
| 1763 | 2020-02-07 02:52:12 | 78.05 | 98% |