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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3911 | 2020-09-29 08:31:03 | 98.83 | 98% |
| 886 | 2018-02-24 20:19:30 | 83.08 | 99% |