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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6239 | 2019-12-11 01:10:17 | 130.07 | 97% |
| 3847 | 2018-12-24 04:21:36 | 116.72 | 96% |