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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4882 | 2019-12-21 20:00:17 | 103.31 | 97% |
| 3155 | 2019-05-09 20:44:07 | 97.87 | 97% |