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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1313 | 2020-11-22 00:18:44 | 78.57 | 97% |
| 857 | 2020-07-04 09:09:22 | 75.62 | 95% |