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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5305 | 2020-04-12 14:43:25 | 78.21 | 98% |
3584 | 2020-02-13 16:48:36 | 64.29 | 96% |