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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3128 | 2020-06-18 12:56:40 | 73.97 | 96% |
| 1712 | 2020-02-01 11:50:34 | 64.67 | 93% |