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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14583 | 2020-10-08 07:20:28 | 87.77 | 97% |
| 13021 | 2020-07-03 09:43:50 | 99.89 | 98% |
| 5846 | 2018-12-16 08:40:55 | 75.65 | 96% |