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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4702 | 2018-02-02 01:44:22 | 140.53 | 98% |
| 2391 | 2018-01-05 04:36:44 | 139.79 | 97% |