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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2020-10-08 10:52:58 | 54.38 | 96% |
| 252 | 2020-04-23 17:23:41 | 45.46 | 95% |