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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 746 | 2018-08-06 15:01:31 | 74.17 | 95% |
| 136 | 2018-07-01 13:29:47 | 67.31 | 95% |