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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 973 | 2018-04-25 09:15:18 | 86.30 | 98% |
| 539 | 2018-04-11 17:52:54 | 84.96 | 98% |