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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3788 | 2019-03-11 18:25:01 | 76.87 | 95% |
| 1803 | 2019-02-15 11:30:13 | 77.27 | 97% |