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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5691 | 2020-11-27 18:11:04 | 78.33 | 96% |
| 5527 | 2020-11-23 20:13:20 | 89.16 | 96% |