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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2020-10-14 07:34:09 | 77.70 | 97% |
| 491 | 2020-09-30 09:30:53 | 71.31 | 96% |