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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2138 | 2019-11-29 03:56:55 | 32.68 | 94% |
| 759 | 2019-10-15 15:57:34 | 31.00 | 94% |