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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6890 | 2018-06-27 08:13:58 | 109.80 | 98% |
| 3179 | 2017-12-17 17:19:24 | 96.98 | 95% |