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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1879 | 2019-05-01 02:56:34 | 89.60 | 97% |
| 1378 | 2018-12-17 19:56:27 | 61.28 | 95% |