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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2520 | 2020-12-05 16:46:38 | 94.87 | 100% |
| 1930 | 2020-10-14 17:10:56 | 80.85 | 98% |