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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2018-01-17 14:25:19 | 79.51 | 95% |
| 1536 | 2018-01-08 00:45:27 | 69.03 | 96% |