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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1450 | 2018-03-12 19:27:35 | 59.98 | 95% |
| 1149 | 2018-02-22 19:50:27 | 60.03 | 96% |