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 |
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1249 | 2019-08-02 02:10:47 | 57.79 | 95% |
343 | 2019-07-02 06:39:45 | 37.33 | 92% |