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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2994 | 2020-10-20 00:51:52 | 74.28 | 97% |
| 2219 | 2020-10-02 15:57:54 | 79.44 | 98% |