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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2562 | 2020-10-30 02:54:38 | 54.19 | 92% |
2473 | 2020-10-28 15:37:44 | 65.52 | 95% |