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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2019-05-22 12:42:32 | 52.34 | 96% |
| 93 | 2018-12-28 14:13:21 | 46.90 | 94% |