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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10832 | 2019-07-14 17:02:10 | 56.49 | 94% |
| 4111 | 2018-08-04 18:22:04 | 61.37 | 97% |