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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4876 | 2020-11-27 05:29:07 | 58.64 | 93% |
| 2846 | 2020-09-21 06:11:37 | 61.54 | 95% |