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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6146 | 2020-12-07 09:23:54 | 46.87 | 96% |
| 376 | 2020-01-09 11:48:21 | 33.74 | 96% |