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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 834 | 2020-08-22 16:15:26 | 39.30 | 92% |
| 779 | 2020-07-30 17:24:43 | 41.96 | 93% |