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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6245 | 2019-06-04 02:13:49 | 84.52 | 99% |
| 5484 | 2018-06-27 03:36:41 | 74.63 | 98% |