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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2020-06-04 16:10:38 | 30.77 | 98% |
| 11 | 2020-04-22 13:42:24 | 35.13 | 98% |