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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2018-09-19 17:11:54 | 68.20 | 97% |
| 213 | 2018-09-04 19:49:30 | 68.67 | 97% |