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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 96 | 2019-12-24 12:19:44 | 36.18 | 92% |
| 66 | 2019-12-21 10:25:40 | 40.45 | 94% |