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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2399 | 2019-10-17 03:08:45 | 56.99 | 95% |