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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11824 | 2020-04-26 16:08:44 | 108.49 | 96% |
| 3189 | 2019-11-26 16:27:15 | 106.56 | 97% |
| 1570 | 2018-12-21 19:00:00 | 100.06 | 97% |