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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10749 | 2019-02-10 10:40:32 | 90.95 | 97% |
| 7791 | 2018-04-23 00:57:33 | 79.92 | 96% |