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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31609 | 2019-04-28 17:47:13 | 57.90 | 98% |
| 30111 | 2019-02-20 00:26:48 | 63.24 | 99% |