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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 570 | 2020-10-22 20:01:20 | 82.36 | 97% |
| 287 | 2020-10-09 14:01:51 | 59.01 | 96% |