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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9399 | 2020-11-15 21:25:03 | 66.61 | 94% |
| 943 | 2020-06-18 17:39:41 | 62.48 | 95% |