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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4847 | 2020-07-08 05:03:41 | 142.51 | 100% |
| 2213 | 2020-04-07 03:22:51 | 147.15 | 100% |