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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6776 | 2020-11-30 23:58:56 | 121.86 | 100% |
| 1905 | 2020-04-20 17:40:19 | 106.11 | 98% |