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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6347 | 2020-11-19 18:50:33 | 98.22 | 97% |
| 5675 | 2020-10-22 02:19:37 | 95.70 | 96% |