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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1587 | 2020-09-11 12:48:36 | 72.34 | 97% |
| 913 | 2020-03-24 12:45:46 | 58.96 | 96% |