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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7229 | 2020-05-16 03:45:45 | 90.83 | 98% |
| 5894 | 2020-04-17 20:51:28 | 79.58 | 97% |
| 4673 | 2020-04-07 20:30:29 | 73.91 | 95% |