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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3697 | 2019-12-20 16:56:28 | 78.75 | 98% |
| 1144 | 2019-10-16 12:59:58 | 72.14 | 98% |