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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8276 | 2020-08-03 16:30:40 | 90.31 | 98% |
| 7791 | 2020-02-11 16:32:47 | 93.46 | 98% |