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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2018-04-10 13:54:26 | 71.88 | 95% |
| 912 | 2018-04-09 12:39:22 | 47.43 | 95% |