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 |
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9003 | 2020-09-28 20:28:45 | 97.91 | 97% |
734 | 2019-09-02 18:02:16 | 73.39 | 97% |
485 | 2019-08-28 19:27:29 | 68.35 | 96% |